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Wherelings, whenlings
(daughters of if-but, offspring of hope-fear, sons of unless and children of almost),
never shall guess the dimensions of him
whose each foot likes the here of this earth
whose both eyes love this now of the sky.
endlings of isn’t shall never begin
to begin to imagine how
Him whose each foot likes the here of this earth
Him whose both eyes love this now of the sky.
(only are shall be were
Dawn dark rain snow rainbow
and a moon ‘ s whisper in sunset
Thrushes toward dusk among whippoorwills
or
tree field rock hollyhock forest brook
Chickadee
Mountain. Mountain)
Why-coloured worlds of because
Do not stand against yes
Which is built by forever and sunsmell.
(sometimes a wonder of wild roses sometimes)
with north
over
the barn.
e.e. cummings
20/50
My Little Spacebook 