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Posted on May 13, 2011 by Terri Crosby

 

Terri Crosby

 now (more near ourselves than we)
is a bird singing in a tree.
who never sings the same thing twice
and still that singing’s always his
 
eyes can feel but ears may see
there never lived a gayer he;
if earth and sky should break in two
he’d make them one (his song’s so true)
 
who sings for us for you for me
for each leaf newer than can be:
and for his own (his love) his dear
he sings till everywhere is here
 
— by e.e. cummings

 

 


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