e. e. cummings,
Puella mea
(1923)
“ And never boast your dead beauties,you greatest lovers in the world!who with Grania strangely fled,who with Egypt went to bed,whom white-thighed Semiramisput up her mouth to wholly kiss—never boast your dead beauties,mine being unto me sweeter (of whose shy delicious glancethings which never more shall be,perfect things of færie,are intense inhabitants;in whose warm superlativebody do distinctly liveall sweet cities passed away—in her flesh at break of dayare the smells of Nineveh,in her eyes when day is goneare the cries of Babylon.) ”
