EE CUMMINGS POEMS

Buffalo Bill's

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

the sky was

the

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            was

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             edible

spry

        pinks shy

lemons

greens   coo  l choc

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un   der

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                              ing

                                    vi

                                    o

                                    lets

moon over

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whisper

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newly alOne is

dreamest

 

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SLowLY SPRoUTING SPIR

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my sweat old etcetera

aunt lucy during the recent

war could and what

is more did tell you just

what everybody was fighting

for,

my sister

Isabel created hundreds

(and

hundreds)of socks not to
mention fleaproof earwarmers
etcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that

I would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my

self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et

cetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)