my girl's tall with hard long eyes <br />as she stands, with her long hard hands keeping <br />silence on her dress, good for sleeping <br />is her long hard body filled with surprise <br />like a white shocking wire, when she smiles <br />a hard long smile it sometimes makes <br />gaily go clean through me tickling aches, <br />and the weak noise of her eyes easily files <br />my impatience to an edge--my girl's tall <br />and taut, with thin legs just like a vine <br />that's spent all of its life on a garden-wall, <br />and is going to die. When we grimly go to bed <br />with these legs she begins to heave and twine <br />about me, and to kiss my face and head.<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-girl-s-tall-with-hard-long-eyes/
