La Guerre (II)

  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)

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on April 19, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“La Guerre (II)” appears in Tulips & Chimneys (Thomas Seltzer, 1923) by E. E. Cummings. In his book, i: six nonlectures (Harvard University Press, 1953), Cummings first quoted Rainer Maria Rilke: “Works of art are of an infinite loneliness and with nothing to be so little reached as with criticism. Only love can grasp and hold and fairly judge them.” Cummings then wrote: “In my proud and humble opinion, those two sentences are worth all the soi-disant criticism of the arts which has ever existed or will ever exist. Disagree with them as much as you like, but never forget them; for if you do, you will have forgotten the mystery which you have been, the mystery which you shall be, and the mystery which you are—”