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if I have made, my lady, intricate by ee cummings
If I have made, my lady, intricate imperfect various things chiefly which wrong
your eyes (frailer than most deep dreams are frail)
songs less firm than your body’s whitest song
upon my mind – if I have failed to snare
the glance too shy – if through my singing slips
the very skillful strangeness of your smile
the keen primeval silence of your hair
– let the world say “his most wise music stole
nothing from death” – you will only create
(who are so perfectly alive) my shame
: lady whose profound and fragile lips
the sweet small clumsy feet of April came
into the ragged meadow of my soul.