along the brittle treacherous bright streets
along the brittle treacherous bright streets
of memory comes my heart singing like
an idiot whispering like drunken man
who(at a certain corner suddenly)meets
the tall policeman of my mind.
awake
being not asleep elsewhere our dreams began
which now are folded:but the year completes
his life as a forgotten prisoner
-"Ici?"-"Ah non mon chéri;il fait trop froid"-
they are gone:along these gardens moves a wind br
inging
rain and leaves filling the air with fear
and sweetness.
.
.
.
pauses.
(Halfwhispering.
.
.
.
half
singing
stirs the always smiling chevaux de bois)
when you were in Paris we met here
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Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings
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