Hate Blows A Bubble Of Despair

Hate Blows A Bubble Of Despair Poem By Ee Cumming

hate blows a bubble of despair into
hugeness world system universe and bang
-fear buries a tomorrow under woe
and up comes yesterday most green and young

pleasure and pain are merely surfaces,
(one itself showing,itself hiding one), ,
life’s only and true value neither is
love makes the little thickness of the coin

comes here a man would have from madame death
nevertheless now and without winter spring?
she’ll spin that spirit her own fingers with
and give him nothing (if he should not sing)

how much more than enough for both of us
darling.  And if i sing you are my voice,

Hate Blows A Bubble Of Despair

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