But The Other Poem By Ee Cumming

But The Other Poem By Ee Cumming

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

in spring
ropes
of silver gliding from sunny
thunder into freshness

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

and
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
partaken,

softly       at whose gate smile,
always the chosen,
flowers of reminding