a pretty girl, who naked is
is worth a million statues
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your homecoming will be my homecoming̣-
my selves go with you, only i remain;
a shadow phantom effigy or seeming
(an almost someone alway who's noone)
a noone who,till their and your
returning,
spends the forever of his loneliness
dreaming their eyes have opened to your morning
feeling their stars have risen through your skies...
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
and what I want to know is how do you like your blue-eyed boy
E.E. CummingsMister Death
E.E. CummingsWe can never be born enough.
E.E. Cummingsmay my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death
down with ought with because with every brain that thinks it thinks nor dares to feel.
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