Edward Estlin Cummings (Эдвард Эстлин Каммингс)

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the bigness of cannon
is skilful,
 
but i have seen
death’s clever enormous voice
which hides in a fragility
of poppies. . . .
 
i say that sometimes
on these long talkative animals
are laid fists of huger silence.
 
I have seen all the silence
filled with vivid noiseless boys
 
at Roupy
i have seen
between barrages,
 
the night utter ripe unspeaking girls.

1. hist whist
2. a man who had fallen among thieves
3. since feeling is first
4. Buffalo Bill's
5. i like my body when it is with your

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