Thursday, March 09, 2006

maggie and milly and molly and may

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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

--- E. E. Cummings

1 comment:

Pamela said...

This is the poem that made me fall in love with poetry. Thanks for posting it.