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. i have found what you are like
2. somewhere i have never travelled
3. it may not always be so
4. next to of course god america i
5. she being Brand

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

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