Edward Estlin Cummings (Эдвард Эстлин Каммингс)

If

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
    Life would be delight,-
    But things couldn't go right   
    For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.

If earth was heaven, and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
    There might be some sense   
    But I'd be in suspense
    For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
    Things would seem fair,-
    Yet they'd all despair,
    For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.

1. after five
2. there are so many tictoc
3. youful
4. my father moved through dooms of love
5. because i love you

William Howells (Уильям Хоуэллс) If ("Yes, death is at the bottom of the cup")

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