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1 " who knows if the moon'sa balloon,coming out of a keen cityin the sky--filled with pretty people?( and if you and I shouldget into it,if theyshould take me and take you into their balloon,why thenwe'd go up higher with all the pretty peoplethan houses and steeples and clouds:go sailingaway and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited,wherealways it's Spring)and everyone'sin love and flowers pick themselves "
― E.E. Cummings , Collected Poems
2 " the moon is like a floating silver hella song of adolescent ivory. "
3 " lady through whose profound and fragile lipsthe sweet small clumsy feet of April cameinto the ragged meadow of my soul. "
4 " Why according to tomorrow's paper the proletariat will not rise yesterday. "
5 " Querying greys between mouthed houses curlthirstily. Dead stars stink. dawn. Inane,the poetic carcass of a girl "
6 " once is never the beginning ofenough, is it "
7 " dead says come with me he says(andwhyevernot)into the round well and see the kitten and the penny and the jackknife and the rosebug and you say Sure you say (like that) sure i'll come with you you say for i like kittens i do and jackknives i do and pennies i do and rosebugs i do "
8 " though wish and world go down,one poem yet shall swim "
9 " -what does it all come down to? love? Loveif you like and i like, for the reason that ihate people and lean out of this window is love, loveand the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love and the reasonthat i do not fall into this street is love. "
10 " god's terrible face,brighter than a spoon,collects the image of one fatal word;so that my life(which liked the sun and moon)resembles something that has not occurred "
11 " here's to one undiscoverable guessof whose mad skill each world of blood is made(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon "