i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
I cannot quite picture it. I almost see an insect or plant, or some other animal. But I just cannot connect the images properly
ReplyDeleteYesterday's poem and today is the first encounter I have had with ee cummings. He is quite the dreamer, isn't he? He loves taking the route of philosophy....
ReplyDeleteI picture him wading out onto a lake or ocean that has a field of flowers growing from the top....and within he finds the mermaids! Has many affairs under their allure and after a thousand years is finally ready to surface again on this field on top of the lake...