Spring,that omits no mention of desire
in every curved and curling thing,yet holds
continuous intercourse-through skies and trees
the lilac's smoke the poppy's pompous fire
the pansy's purple patience and the grave
frailty of daises
e.e. cummings
(1894 - 1962)
Source: E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962, Page: 5 (Epithalamion)
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