Edward Estlin Cummings (Эдвард Эстлин Каммингс)

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when life is quite through with
and leaves say alas,
much is to do
for the swallow,that closes
a flight in the blue;

when love's had his tears out,
perhaps shall pass
a million years
(while a bee dozes
on the poppies,the dears;

when all's done and said,and
under the grass
lies her head
by oaks and roses
deliberated.)

1. as freedom is a breakfastfood
2. Spring is like a perhaps hand
3. pity this busy monster, manunkind
4. sometimes i am alive because with
5. i like my body when it is with your

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