O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
fingers ofthee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
beauty , howbuffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerestthem only with
spring)e.e.cummings
