Edward Estlin Cummings (Эдвард Эстлин Каммингс)

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after five
times the poem
of thy remembrance
surprises with refrain

of unreasoning summer
that by responding
ways cloaked with renewal
my body turns toward
thee

again for the stars have been
finished in the nobler trees and
the language of leaves repeats

eventual perfection
while east deserves of dawn.
i lie at length, breathing
with shut eyes

the sweet earth where thou liest

1. the bigness of cannon
2. hist whist
3. what if a much of a which of a wind
4. Spring is like a perhaps hand
5. the boys i mean are not refined

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