Edward Estlin Cummings (Эдвард Эстлин Каммингс)

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Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

1. the bigness of cannon
2. hist whist
3. after five
4. when life is quite through with
5. what if a much of a which of a wind

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