i love e.e. cummings. here is one of my favorite poems by him:
you shall above all things be glad and young
for if you're young, whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes any man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in this mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.
i'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
-e.e. cummings
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