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American Literature – American Poetry – Edward Estlin Cummings – Poems by Edward Estlin Cummings –
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It May Not Always Be So
It may not always be so; and I say
That if your lips, which I have loved, should touch
Another’s, and your dear strong fingers clutch
His heart, as mine in time not far away;
If on another’s face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence as I know, or such
Great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
If this should be, I say if this should be—
You of my heart, send me a little word;
That I may go unto him, and take his hands,
Saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall I turn my face, and hear one bird
Sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
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American Literature – American Poetry – Edward Estlin Cummings – Poems by Edward Estlin Cummings –
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