Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away
-just kc-
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Monday, April 16, 2007
I like the oxymoronic nature of the sentences, and how the words show contrast to each other and yet made such sense. And above all, how we always lament/wonder about the 'ifs' in life, but fail to realise it is exactly how it is meant to be.
If by E. E. Cummings
If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie, Life would be delight, — But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn’t be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence, And past was present, and false was true, There might be some sense But I’d be in suspense For on such a pretense You wouldn’t be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square, And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee Things would seem fair, — Yet they’d all despair, For if here was there We wouldn’t be we.
