i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far- departed mouth sweetly-saluted lingers. if one marvel seeing the hunger of my lips for a dead thing, i shall instruct him silently with becoming steps to seek your face and i entreat,by certain foolish perfect hours dead too, if that he come receive him as your lover sumptuously being kind because i trust him to your grace,and for in his own land he is called death.
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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