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“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
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them
only with
Spring”
e e cummings
Color and DOF are Mighty Fine.
E J