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lit poetry e.e cummings

by E.E Cummings

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lit poetry e.e cummings
lit poetry e.e. cummings
The sweet small clumsy feet of April came into the ragged meadow of my soul.
–it’s april(yes,april;my darling)it’s spring!
– you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars…
the mind is its own beautiful prisoner.
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Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself...
You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I.
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It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.