Music (by E.E. Cummings)
Music
by E.E. Cummings
[published in The Harvard Monthly, March 1913]
Music is sweet from the thrush's throat!
Oh little thrush
With the holy note,
Like a footstep of God in a sick-room's hush
My soul you crush.
Unstopped organ, from earth you break
To knock at the skies,
And I can but shake
My fragile fetters, and with you rise
Into Paradise.
But Love, your music requires not wings.
To the common breed
It clings, and sings:
"Heaven on earth is Heaven indeed.
This is my creed."
Posted by Jesus Crisis at 11/14/2009 8:01 PM 
Categories: cummings (e.e.),Poetry,1900s,American
Tags: 1913 e.e. cummings The Harvard Monthly American Poetry American Literature
Categories: cummings (e.e.),Poetry,1900s,American
Tags: 1913 e.e. cummings The Harvard Monthly American Poetry American Literature
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