Paroles de Sonnets/Unrealities XI
It may not always be soAnd I say
And if your lips
Which I have loved
Should touch another's
And your dear strong fingers clutch
Her heart
As mine in time
Not far away
If on another's face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence
As I know
Or such great writhing words
As, uttering overmuch
Stand helpelessly before the spirit at bay
If this should be
I say
If this should be
You of my heart
Send me a little word
That I may go
Unto her
And take her hands
Saying And hear one bird
Sing terribly afar
In the lost lands
As mine in time
Not far away
If on another's face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence
As I know
Or such great writhing words
As, uttering overmuch
Stand helpelessly before the spirit at bay
If this should be
I say
If this should be
You of my heart
Send me a little word
That I may go
Unto her
And take her hands
Saying And hear one bird
Sing terribly afar
In the lost lands
CUMMINGS, E. E. / GUDMUNDSDOTTIR, BJORK
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