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From
Sonnets—Unrealities
VI
By E.E. Cummings
god
gloats upon Her stunning flesh. Upon
the
reachings of Her green body among
unseen
things, things obscene (Whose fingers young
the
caving ages curiously con)
—but
the lunge of Her hunger softly flung
over
the gasping shores
leaves his
smile wan,
and
his blood stopped hears in the frail anon
the
shovings and the lovings of Her tongue.
god
Is The Sea. All terrors of his being
quake
before this its hideous Work most old
Whose
battening gesture prophecies a freeing
of
ghostly chaos
in this dangerous night
through
moaned space god worships God—
(behold!
where
chaste stars writhe captured in brightening fright)
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