But If A Living Dance Upon Dead Minds

But If A Living Dance Upon Dead Minds Poem By Ee Cumming

but if a living dance upon dead minds,
why,it is love;but at the earliest spear,
of sun perfectly should disappear
moon’s utmost magic,or stones speak or one
name control more incredible splendor than
our merely universe, love’s also there:
and being here imprisoned,tortured here
love everywhere exploding maims and blinds
(but surely does not forget,perish, sleep
cannot be photographed,measured;disdains
the trivial labelling of punctual brains…
-Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
from only Whom shall time no refuge keep
though all the weird worlds must be opened?

But If A Living Dance Upon Dead Minds

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