10.Sonnets ／ unrealities xi
( E.E. Cummings Poem - 'it may not always be so' )
It may not always be so
And I say
And if your lips
Which I have loved
Should touch another's
And your dear strong fingers clutch
Her heart
As mine in time
Not far away
If on another's face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence
As I know
Or such great writhing words
As, uttering overmuch
Stand helpelessly before the spirit at bay
If this should be
I say
If this should be
You of my heart
Send me a little word
That I may go
Unto her
And take her hands
Saying
Accept all happiness from me
Then I shall turn my face
And hear one bird
Sing terribly afar
In the lost lands
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