twist of fait accomplis

Hey, it's Poem in Your Pocket Day (here celebrated as Poem on Your Blog Day). Here's my contribution, picked after being outside for a few minutes and considering cutting out of work early so I could enjoy the perfect weather (alas, I won't). It's by e.e. cummings, as if you couldn't tell:

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)