am was. are leaves few this. is these a or <br />scratchily over which of earth dragged once <br />-ful leaf. & were who skies clutch an of poor <br />how colding hereless. air theres what immense <br />live without every dancing. singless on- <br />ly a child's eyes float silently down <br />more than two those that and that noing our <br />gone snow gone <br />yours mine <br />. We're <br />alive and shall be:cities may overflow(am <br />was)assassinating whole grassblades,five <br />ideas can swallow a man;three words im <br />-prison a woman for all her now:but we've <br />such freedom such intense digestion so <br />much greenness only dying makes us grow<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/am-was/
