this mind made war

being generous

this heart could dare)

unhearts can less

 

unminds must fear

because and why

what filth is here

unlives do cry

 

on him they shat

they shat encore

he laughed and spat

(this life could dare

 

freely to give

as gives a friend

not those who slave

unselves to lend

 

for hope of hope

must coo or boo

may strut or creep

ungenerous who

 

ape deftly aims

they dare not share)

such make their names

(this poet made war

 

whose naught and all

sun are and moon

come fair come foul

he goes alone

 

daring to dare

for joy of joy)

what stink is here

unpoets do cry

 

unfools unfree

undeaths who live

nor shall they be

and must they have

 

at him they fart

they fart full oft

(with mind with heart

he spat and laughed

 

with self with life

this poet arose

nor hate nor grief

can go where goes

 

this whyless soul

a loneliest road

who dares to stroll

almost this god

 

this surely dream

perhaps this ghost)

humbly and whom

for worst or best

 

(and proudly things

only which grow

and the rain’s wings

the birds of snow

 

things without name

beyond because

things over blame

things under praise

 

glad things or free

truly which live

always shall be

may never have)

 

do i salute

(by moon by sun

i deeply greet

this fool and man

 

     –ee cummings

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