E.E. Cummings, ‘wein (is) jend’

 
wein
(is)
jend

de sy fan de
see
ûn

der in wa
in hy in moanne in
merakel út

it swart wei dat wat
fan ien dyk ljept flugge
wriggellodderjende ljochts

jende nacht
merje wêrs
a n

newaekmarjaelk
jend(dûns)jend
sils&wieën

 

moan
(is)
ing

the she of the
sea
un

der a who
a he a moon a
magic out

of the black this which of
one street leaps quick
squirmthicklying lu

minous night
mare som
e w

hereanynoevery
ing(dance)ing
wills&weres

 

Ut 50 Poems, 1940

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