by: e e cummings

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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

Permalink | Comments (4) | Dec 12, 2008

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1. Michelle Says:
   December 12th, 2008 at 3:35 pm

   Rob, it’s a wonderful poem. I love it too.

2. odessa Says:
   December 13th, 2008 at 9:27 am

   For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
   it’s always ourselves we find in the sea — so.true.

   i love e.e. cummings. thanks for sharing this!

3. Carole Says:
   December 18th, 2008 at 3:02 pm

   I love e e cummings. There’s something slightly sinister at work that almost, but not quite, gets lost as we’re carried along by the rhythm and the rhyme. The two lines at the end are wonderful.

4. gautami tripathy Says:
   December 19th, 2008 at 9:44 am

   Thanks for posting this. I enjoyed it.

   book of myth or reality?

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