there is a here and <br /> <br />that here was a <br />town(and the town is <br /> <br />so aged the ocean <br />wanders the streets are so <br />ancient the houses enter the <br /> <br />people are so feeble the feeble go to <br />sleep if the people sit down) <br />and this light is so dark the mountains <br />grow up from <br /> <br />the sky is so near the earth does not <br />open her <br />eyes(but the <br />feeble are people the feeble <br />are so wise the people <br /> <br />remember being born) <br />when and <br />if nothing disappears they <br />will disappear always who are filled <br /> <br />with never are more than <br />more is are mostly <br />almost are feebler than feeble are <br /> <br />fable who are less than these are least is who <br />are am(beyond when behind where under <br /> <br />un)<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-here-and/
