Songs (IV)
into the smiting
sky tense
with
blend
ing
the
tree leaps
a stiffened exquisite
i
wait the sweet
annihilation of swift
flesh
i make me stern against
your charming strength
O haste
annihilator
drawing into you my enchanting
leaves
From XLI Poems (The Dial Press, 1925) by E. E. Cummings. This poem is in the public domain.