O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if i have made a fragile certain song under the window of your soul it is not like any songs (the singers the others they have been faithful to many things and which die i have been sometimes true to Nothing and which lives they were fond of the handsome moon never spoke ill of the pretty stars and to the serene the complicated and the obvious they were faithful and which i despise, frankly admitting i have been true only to the noise of worms, in the eligible day under the unaccountable sun) Distinct Lady swiftly take my fragile certain song that we may watch together how behind the doomed exact smile of life's placid obscure palpable carnival where to a normal melody of probable violins dance the square virtues and the oblong sins perfectly gesticulate the accurate strenuous lips of incorruptible Nothing under the ample sun,under the insufficient dav under the noise of worms
This poem is in the public domain.
E. E. Cummings
Edward Estlin Cummings is known for his radical experimentation with form, punctuation, spelling, and syntax; he abandoned traditional techniques and structures to create a new, highly idiosyncratic means of poetic expression.
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