Monday, 25 February 2008

e.e. Comeings's Poetry

Poetry


maggie and milly and molly and maywent down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sangso sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,

andmilly befriended a stranded starwhose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thingwhich raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)it's always ourselves we find in the sea

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