My Smallheaded Pearshaped
E. E. Cummings
my smallheaded pearshaped
lady in gluey twilight
moving,suddenly
is three animals. The
minute waist continually
with an African gesture
utters a frivolous intense half of
Girl which(like some
floating snake upon itself always and
slowly which upward certainly is pouring)emits
a pose
:to twitter wickedly
whereas the big and firm legs moving solemnly
like careful and furious and beautiful elephants
(mingled in whispering thickly smooth thighs
thinkingly)
remind me of Woman and
how between
her hips India is.
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