freedom island

2 girls in love…

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,wherealways
it’s
Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves
ee cummings

lena

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  raindrop wrote @

“…and flowers pick themselves”:λατρευτό;

γι’αυτό:

Thy fingers make early flowers of
all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
sings,saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear,we will go amaying.

thy whitest feet crisply are straying
Always
thy moist eyes are at kisses playing,
whose strangeness much
says;singing
(though love be a day)
for which girl art thou flowers bringing?

To be thy lips is a sweet thing
and small.
Death,Thee i call rich beyond wishing
if this thou catch,
else missing.
(though love be a day
and life be nothing ,it shall not stop kissing).
(Thy fingers make early flowers of-e.e.cummings)

την καλησπέρα μου!


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