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ernst haas

who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and I should

get into it,if they

should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
it's
Spring) and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves

little tree/e.e.cummings

little tree

little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don't be afraid

look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you're quite dressed
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they'll stare!
oh but you'll be very proud

si gonfierà ansimando come il mare

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uscirò dal tunnel..un giorno..

e.e.c./5

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to m.

e.e.cummings/2

a volte io sono vivo perché dorme
con me il suo corpo vigile simile ad albero
che sentirò affilarsi lentamente
distinguersi con amore lentamente,
che nella mia spalla affonda dolce i denti
finché non giungeremo all’istante che ha odore
di Primavera,intenso e ampio, al simultaneo rossore
al momento piacevolmente terrifico.

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