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

(e.e. cummings)

14 oktober 1894 - 3 september 1962

självporträtt

If

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

spring

 

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

 

it's

spring

and

     the

 

             goat-footed

 

balloonMan       whistles

far

and

wee

e.e. cummings

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