Author E. E. Cummings into the smiting sky tense with blend ing the tree leaps a stiffened exquisite i wait the sweet annihilation of swift flesh i make me stern against your charming strength O haste annihilator drawing into you my enchanting Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments