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American Literature – American Poetry – Edward Estlin Cummings – Poems by Edward Estlin Cummings –
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This Is The Garden
This is the garden: colors come and go,
Frail azures fluttering from night’s outer wing,
Strong silent greens serenely lingering,
Absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden: pursed lips do blow
Upon cool flutes within wide glooms, and sing,
Of harps celestial to the quivering string,
Invisible faces hauntingly and slow.
This is the garden. Time shall surely reap,
And on Death’s blade like many a flower curled,
In other lands where other songs be sung;
Yet stand They here enraptured, as among
The slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
Some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.
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It May Not Always Be So > > >
American Literature – American Poetry – Edward Estlin Cummings – Poems by Edward Estlin Cummings –
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