вторник, января 12, 2010

maggie and milly and molly and may

went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discoveried a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn`t remember her troubles, and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it`s always ourselves we find in the sea!

e. e. cummings

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