but the other

but the other
day i was passing a certain
gate rain
fell as it will

in spring
of silver gliding from sunny
thunder into freshness

as if god’s flowers were
pulling upon bells of
gold i looked

thought to myself death
and will You with
elaborate fingers possibly touch

the pink hollyhock existence whose
pansy eyes look from morning till
night into the street
unchangingly the always

old lady sitting in her
gentle window like
a reminiscence

softly at whose gate smile
always the chosen
flowers of reminding

– E.E.Cummings


(E.E.Cummings Poetry)

 (E.E.Cummings)     (The Great Poets)     (American Poets)

Poetry of e.e. Cummings