(courtesy of Mauro Migoni)

E.E.CUMMINGS

(73 POEMS)

your homecoming will be my homecoming-

my selves go with you,only i remain;

a shadow phantom effigy of seeming

(an almost someone always who’s noone)

a noone who,till their and your returning,

spends the forever of his loneliness

dreaming their eyes have opened to your morning

feeling their stars have risen through your skies:

so,in how merciful love’s own name,linger

no more than selfless i can quite endure

the absence of that momente when a stranger

takes in his arms my very life who’s your

-when all fears hopes belief doubts disappear.

Everywhere and joy’s perfect wholeness we’re