I know I shouldn't like the old pagan e.e. cummings, but I do, I do...
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty, how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
yes!
ReplyDeleteHe did have his Christian, if profane, moments - as with "Jehovah buried, Satan dead."
ReplyDeleteSitting quietly,
ReplyDeletedoing nothing,
spring comes,
and the grass grows by itself”