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Orientale
E. E. Cummings
i spoke to thee
with a smile and thou didst not answer
my mouth is as a chord of crimson music
Come hither
O thou, is life not a smile?
i spoke to thee with a song and thou didst not listen thine eyes are as a vase of divine silence
Come hither
O thou, is life not a song? i spoke v
to thee with a soul and thou didst not wonder thy face is as a dream locked m white fragrance
Come hither
O thou, is life not love?
i speak to thee with sword and thou art silent thy breast is as a tomb softer than flowers
Come hither
O thou, is love not death?
