O SWEET SPONTANEOUS
                  - e.e. cummings

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

        fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

beauty     .how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
      (but
true
o sweet spontaneous

  to the incomparable
  couch of death thy
  rhythmic
  lover

         thou answerest


 them only with

                   spring)