the poem her belly marched through me as
one army. From her nostrils to her feet
she smelled of silence. The inspired cleat
of her glad leg pulled into a sole mass
my separate lusts
her hair was like a gas
evil to feel. Unwieldy….
the bloodbeat
in her fierce laziness tried to repeat
a trick of syncopation Europe has
-. One day i felt a mountain touch me where
I stood (maybe nine miles off). It was spring
sun-stirring. sweetly to the mangling air
muchness of buds mattered. a valley spilled
its tickling river in my eyes,
the killed
world wriggled like a twitched string.
The Poem Her Belly Marched Through Me As
E. E. Cummings
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Poem topics: evil, feel, hair, river, silence, spring, sun, world, touch, glad, mountain, repeat, valley, Valentine's Day, europe, fierce, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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