A Poem A Wednesday (5)

if there are any heavens my mother

e. e. cummings

if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have

one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor

a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but

it will be a heaven of blackred roses


my father will be(deep like a rose

tall like a rose)

standing near my


(swaying over her

silent)

with eyes which are really petals and see


nothing with the face of a poet really which

is a flower and not a face with

hands

which whisper

This is my beloved my


(suddenly in sunlight


he will bow,


& the whole garden will bow)

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