Pausa poética

Sonnets / unrealities xi

( E.E. Cummings Poem - 'it may not always be so' )
It may not always be so

And I say

And if your lips

Which I have loved

Should touch another's

And your dear strong fingers clutch

Her 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 helpelessly 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 her

And take her hands

Saying

Accept all happiness from me

Then I shall turn my face

And hear one bird

Sing terribly afar

In the lost lands