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E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings

The Mind Is Its Own Beautiful Prisoner

the mind is its own beautiful prisoner.
Mind looked long at the sticky moon
opening in dusk her new wings
 
then decently hanged himself,one afternoon.
 
The last thing he saw was you
naked amid unnaked things,
 
your flesh,a succinct wandlike animal,
a little strolling with the futile purr
of blood;your sex squeaked like a billiard-cue
chalking itself,as not to make an error,
with twists spontaneously methodical.
He suddenly tasted worms windows and roses
 
he laughed,and closed his eyes as a girl closes
her left hand upon a mirror.

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