<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0189 A Maybe Tribute To E E Cummings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it was the sound of<br>the daffodils<br>growing<br>that woke <br>the ear of their ear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on the sun’s birthday</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the lilacs of the scent<br>said it’s time to wake up <br>so we can dream</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the amazing<br>of the roses<br>woke the eye of their eye</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the words tumbled out of bed<br>and took an April shower<br>and dressed by the wrong which was right</div><div style="margin:10px 0">shook out the box<br>of breakfast food called freedom<br>and rush-houred street-wise see them<br>words came tumbling</div><div style="margin:10px 0">dogs they grinned with mastered feelings<br>cats were caught off-guard washed<br>to recover their dignity pretty girls felt prettier </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as the words sang<br>no-ones became someones<br>anyones became everyones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">nothing was as it was<br>because was wasn’t<br>and isness filled the air</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the words danced in the squares<br>and smiles peopled<br>the words laughed through the graveyards<br>dancing on dead minds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">laughed through the brothels<br>making tired whores to smile and<br>schoolmasters ate their words <br>in the eyes of their pupils</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the words shouted through the letterboxes<br>of critics called nameless shameless blameless<br>come out and play tomorrow with your<br>yesterday</div><div style="margin:10px 0">words played leapfrog round the toadstools<br>with each’s other<br>hand in hand with strangers<br>laughing till they cried<br>crying till they laughed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">all day it was all day<br>and therefulness and thenfulness<br>until the words had scattered<br>hello among humanunkind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and forming perfectly irregular lines<br>danced a song and sang a dance<br>at sunfall dayset nightrise<br>all happy tired like children<br>into a farm<br>called joy</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460659" data-title="0189 A Maybe Tribute To E E Cummings de Michael Shepherd" data-description="it was the sound of the daffodils growing that woke the ear of their ear on the sun’s birthday and the lilacs of the scent said it’s time to wake up so we can dream and the amazing of the roses woke the eye of their eye and the words tum..."></div> </div> </div>

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