ee cummings: you said Is

[rkstr2point0]

you said Is

there anything which

is dead or alive more beautiful

than my body,to have in your fingers

(trembling ever so little)?Looking into

your eyes Nothing,i said,except the

air of spring smelling of never and forever.....and through the lattice which moved as

if a hand is touched by a

hand(which

moved as though

fingers touch a girl's

breast,

lightly)Do you believe in always,the wind

said to the rain

I am too busy with

my flowers to believe,the rain answered