Saturday, May 21, 2011

In a Far Away Land

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,where
Spring) and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves

[Edward Estlin Cummings]

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