maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

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	_joshua_bolton 2006-07-17 08:08 pm UTC (link)
	Это откуда? (Reply to this)(Thread)

	kmartynov 2006-07-17 08:09 pm UTC (link)
	e.e. cummings, американский поэт-формалист (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	_joshua_bolton 2006-07-17 08:23 pm UTC (link)
	Красиво... (Reply to this)(Parent)

	erlen 2006-07-17 08:39 pm UTC (link)
	Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come today. (Reply to this)