Poetry Fridays and Cat Blogging if Beauregard Wakes Up in Time
e.e. cummings. #54 of 100 selected poems.
you shall above all things be glad and young.
For if you're young, whatever life you wear
it will become you; and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become,
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
I can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on; and his mind take off time
that you should ever think, may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies, the foetal grave
called progress, and negation's dead undoom.
I'd rather I learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
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