If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,-
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.
If earth was heaven, and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,-
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.
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Comments2I love how this poem highlights the importance of accepting and cherishing the world's imperfections.
Just got done reading some e.e. cummings. I remember reading his stuff when I was younger, and it always had this certain charm to me. But revisiting it now, I'm realizing that this one is just not my cup of tea. It felt a bit off, not quite hitting the mark. Maybe his other works will resonate more with me 🤷♂️.