God Pity Me Whom( God Distinctly Has )
E. E. Cummings
god pity me whom(god distinctly has)
the weightless svelte drifting sexual feather
of your shall i say body?follows
truly through a dribbling moan of jazz
whose arched occasional stepped youth swallows
curvingly the keeness of my hips;
or,your first twitch of crisp boy flesh dips
my height in a firm fragile stinging weather,
(breathless with sharp necessary lips)kid
female cracksman of the nifty,ruffian-rogue,
laughing body with wise breasts half-grown,
lisping flesh quick to thread the fattish drone
of I Want a Doll,
wispish-agile feet with slid
steps parting the tousle of saxophonic brogue.
Next 10 Poems
- E. E. Cummings : Goodby Betty,don't Remember Me
- E. E. Cummings : Here Is Little Effie's Head
- E. E. Cummings : Hist Whist
- E. E. Cummings : Humanity I Love You
- E. E. Cummings : I Have Found What You Are Like
- E. E. Cummings : I Have Loved,let Us See If That's All
- E. E. Cummings : I Have Seen Her A Stealthily Frail
- E. E. Cummings : I Like
- E. E. Cummings : I Like My Body When It Is With Your
- E. E. Cummings : I Spoke To Thee
Previous 10 Poems
- E. E. Cummings : God Gloats Upon Her Stunning Flesh. Upon
- E. E. Cummings : Gee I Like To Think Of Dead It Means Nearer Because Deeper Firmer
- E. E. Cummings : Even A Pencil Has Fear To
- E. E. Cummings : Epithalamion
- E. E. Cummings : Doll's Boy 's Asleep
- E. E. Cummings : Cruelly,love
- E. E. Cummings : Consider O
- E. E. Cummings : But The Other
- E. E. Cummings : Buffalo Bill 's
- E. E. Cummings : Beyond The Brittle Towns Asleep
