what if a much of a which of a wind <br />gives the truth to summer's lie; <br />bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun <br />and yanks immortal stars awry? <br />Blow king to beggar and queen to seem <br />(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time) <br />-when skies are hanged and oceans drowned, <br />the single secret will still be man <br /> <br />what if a keen of a lean wind flays <br />screaming hills with sleet and snow: <br />strangles valleys by ropes of thing <br />and stifles forests in white ago? <br />Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind <br />(blow pity to envy and soul to mind) <br />-whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees, <br />it's they shall cry hello to the spring <br /> <br />what if a dawn of a doom of a dream <br />bites this universe in two, <br />peels forever out of his grave <br />and sprinkles nowhere with me and you? <br />Blow soon to never and never to twice <br />(blow life to isn't:blow death to was) <br />-all nothing's only our hugest home; <br />the most who die, the more we live<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-if-a-much-of-a-which-of-a-wind-2/
