o sweet spontaneous <br />earth how often have <br />the <br />doting <br /> <br /> fingers of <br />prurient philosophers pinched <br />and <br />poked <br /> <br />thee <br />, has the naughty thumb <br />of science prodded <br />thy <br /> <br /> beauty . how <br />often have religions taken <br />thee upon their scraggy knees <br />squeezing and <br /> <br />buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive <br />gods <br /> (but <br />true <br /> <br />to the incomparable <br />couch of death thy <br />rhythmic <br />lover <br /> <br /> thou answerest <br /> <br /> <br />them only with <br /> <br /> spring)<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-sweet-spontaneous-2/
