Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Moon reluctant to retreat - sunset in its glory

who knows if the moon's... (VII)
by E. E. Cummings

who knows if the moon's
a balloon,
coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?

(and if you and i should
get into it,
if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:

go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited, where
it's Spring)

and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves


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