jueves, 24 de abril de 2008

Thy fingers...

Muy agradecido con el Exmo. Sr. Dn. Yamilito que me dejó hoy en las manos mi regalo de mediocumpleaños, y al abrirlo me encontré con esto.

Thy fingers make early flowers of
all things.
thy hair mostly the hours of love:
a smoothness which
sings, saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear, we will go amaying.

thy whitest feet crisply are straying
thy mois eyes are at kisses playing,
whose strangeness much
says; singing
(though love be a day)
for which girl art thou flowers bringing?

To be thy lips is a sweet thing
and small.
Death, Thee i call rich beyond wishing
if this thou catch
else missing.
(though love ve a day
and life be nothing, it shall not stop kissing).

e. e. Cummings

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