Arts and Aesthetic

I dont know why I took Arts and Aesthetic as an elective for HSS course.
In our college we are suppose to do some humanities course to complement the weeping philosophers with a connoisseur. Courses are categorised as ' peaceful ', ' faadu ' , ' interesting', and etc etc. I consulted few of my freinds and concluded that Arts and Aesthetic not only would be peaceful but at the same time professor gives abundant of good grades......what else an iitian wants , good grades ...grades are just like the carrot in the hands of professors which he uses to move their asses ( students) .
Ok so I was talking about the course....we sing we luagh we dance and whatever activities you can relate with art and aethetic we do but superficially. A common adage, not to laugh before the exams that might bring miseries to you. Same happened with us. We poor technocrats , dont even know the difference in between hammer and love was struck by the thuderbolts of our beloved arts n aethetic professor Malshay. He must have had some prejudices regarding us that we are the holy lineage of E E Cummings. God save us from his poetic cohorts.
I know you are quite enthusiastic to know about the poem and its beatific lyrical affluence. So without any more delay here comes the great great E E Cumming ( the man behind the baffling minds of Arts and Aesthetic students )

what if a much of a which of a wind

what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
-when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man

what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of things
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
-whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't: blow death towas)
-all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live.