suppose -- e e cummings

(Poem #61)suppose suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head. young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held between his thumb and first finger (i say "will he buy flowers" to you and "Death is young life wears velour trousers life totters, life has a beard" i say to you who are silent. - "Do you see Life? he is there and here, or that, or this or nothing or an old man 3 thirds asleep, on his head flowers, always crying to nobody something about les roses les bluets yes, will He buy? Les belles bottes - oh hear , pas chères") and my love slowly answered I think so. But I think I see someone else there is a lady,whose name is Afterwards she is sitting beside young death,is slender; likes flowers. -- e e cummings