e. e. cummings

[lightsallaround]

Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death

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[anonymous]

To A Young Musician

Faun with a boy's face,
Boy with the tangled hair,
What wind surprised you where,
Listening to dark, you stood
In that slope-sheltered place?

Faun of the dusk-green wood,
Boy of the crying hands,
Wind was the final chord
Broken upon your breast,
Under those stars which poured
Endlessly down the west.

After the stir and hush
When a blanched fern was crushed
Somewhere beneath slow dark,
After a flick of leaf
Downward upon a stone
And the bird-shadow flown
into green twilight, faun,
faun with the tangled hair,
wind was a breath too much,
wind was the final sound
beating the thicket where
boy-heart lay pressed to ground!
(Frances Mary Frost)

Estoy de acuerdo contigo mi amiga. espero para el dia cuando nosotras estamos juntas otra vez.