E. E. Cummings

If I Believe

if i believe
in death be sure
of this
it is
 
because you have loved me,
moon and sunset
stars and flowers
gold crescendo and silver muting
 
of seatides
i trusted not,
                    one night
when in my fingers
 
drooped your shining body
when my heart
sang between your perfect
breasts
 
darkness and beauty of stars
was on my mouth petals danced
against my eyes
and down
 
the singing reaches of
my soul
spoke
the green-
 
greeting pale-
departing irrevocable
sea
i knew thee death.
 
                              and when
i have offered up each fragrant
night,when all my days
shall have before a certain
 
face become
white
perfume
only,
          from the ashes
then
thou wilt rise and thou
wilt come to her and brush
 
the mischief from her eyes and fold
her
mouth the new
flower with
 
thy unimaginable
wings,where dwells the breath
of all persisting stars
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