Thursday, May 24, 2012

And all day long we talk about Mercy


            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

Selected Poems
E.E. Cummings

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