WHAT IF A MUCH OF A WHICH OF A WIND
what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry ?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
( blow friend to fiend : blow space to time )
when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man
what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow :
strangles valleys by ropes of thing
and stifles forests in white ago ?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
( blow pity to envy and soul to mind )
whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you ?
Blow soon to never and never twice
( blow life to isn't, blow death to was )
all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live
( E. E. Cummings )
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