it is at moments after I have dreamed of the rare entertainment of your eyes
Received a lovely book on a collection of e e cummings’ poetry for Christmas, and finally had time to sit down and read it properly over the weekend.
I love his poetry and have posted an entry earlier on my favourite poem of his (‘somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond’)
This is another of my favourite poems. Enjoy!
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when(being fool to fancy)i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination,when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
–turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.