E. E. Cummings

“Coa miña mente”

 

XVII

	Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.) Touch you, that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which i do not write.		Muller, hei te tocar coa miña mente. Tocarte e tocarte e tocarte ata que me deas de súpeto un sorriso, timidamente obsceno (muller, hei te tocar coa miña mente.) Tocarte a ti, iso é todo, lenemente e ti toda has te converter con coidado infindo no poema que eu non escribín.

 

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To The Returning Brunette