what if a much of a which of a windgives the truth to summer's lie;bloodies with dizzying leaves the sunand yanks immortal stars awry?Blow king to beggar and queen to seem(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)-when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,the single secret will still be manwhat if a keen of a lean wind flaysscreaming hills with sleet and snow:strangles valleys by ropes of thingand stifles forests in white ago?Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)-whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,it's they shall cry hello to the springwhat if a dawn of a doom of a dreambites this universe in two,peels forever out of his graveand sprinkles nowhere with me and you?Blow soon to never and never to twice(blow life to isn't:blow death to was)-all nothing's only our hugest home;the most who die, the more we live--E. E Cummings
2026-07-16
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