My Naked Lady Framed, by E. E. Cummings | poems, essays, and short stories in Poeticous

E. E. Cummings

My Naked Lady Framed

my naked lady framed

in twilight is an accident

whose niceness betters easily the intent

of genius—

painting wholly feels ashamed

before this music,and poetry cannot

go near because perfectly fearful.

meanwhile these speak her wonderful

But i(having in my arms caught

the picture)hurry it slowly

to my mouth,taste the accurate demure

ferocious

rhythm of

precise

laziness. Eat the price

of an imaginable gesture

exact warm unholy

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