söndag 14 oktober 2012

grattis edward!

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. 
                                                   e. e. cummings 

 Edward Estlin Cummings
14 oktober 1894 - 3 september 1962

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
            Life would be delight,--
            things couldn't go right
            For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
            There might be some sense
            But I'd be in suspense
            For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
            Things would seem fair,--
            Yet they'd all despair,
            For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.
                                                                     e.e. cummings

konstnärens fru

    in just-

      in Just-
      spring       when the world is mud-
      luscious the little
      lame balloonman
      whistles       far       and wee
      and eddieandbill come
      running from marbles and
      piracies and it's
      when the world is puddle-wonderful
      the queer
      old balloonman whistles
      far       and       wee
      and bettyandisbel come dancing
       from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
      balloonMan       whistles
      e.e. cummings

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