Jazz Poems

GOD PITY ME WHOM (GOD DISTINCTLY HAS)

God pity me whom (god distinctly has)

that weightless svelte drifting sexual feather

of your shall i say body’s?follows

truly through a dribbling moan of jazz

whose arched occasional steep youth swallows

curvingly the keenness of my hips;

or, your first twitch of crisp boy flesh dips

my height in a firm fragile stinging weather,

(breathless with sharp necessary lips)kid

female cracksman of the nifty,ruffian-rogue,

laughing body with wise breasts half-grown,

lisping flesh quick to thread the fattish drone

of I Want a Doll,

wispish-agile feet with slid

steps parting the tousle of saxophonic brogue.

E. E. CUMMINGS

from Jazz Poems | Selected and edited by Kevin Young

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