100 Selected Poems

by E.E. Cummings

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing.

i am a birdcage without any bird, a collar looking for a dog,a kiss without lips;a prayer lacking any knees but something beats within my shirt to prove he is undead who,living,noone is. I have never loved you dear as now i love.

so world is a leaf so tree is a bough (and birds sing sweeter than books tell how)