who knows if the moon's <br />a balloon,coming out of a keen city <br />in the sky--filled with pretty people? <br />(and if you and i should <br /> <br />get into it,if they <br />should take me and take you into their balloon, <br />why then <br />we'd go up higher with all the pretty people <br /> <br />than houses and steeples and clouds: <br />go sailing <br />away and away sailing into a keen <br />city which nobody's ever visited,where <br /> <br />always <br />it's <br />Spring)and everyone's <br />in love and flowers pick themselves<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-knows-if-the-moon-s/
