Poet: e.e. cummings
Poem: ordinary wind is winding(cold face blush
Poem of the Day:
Jun 8 2010
Comment 1 of 1, added on August 11th, 2012 at 10:08 PM.
Without SkyWith nothing to look up to, we all lay dowinn the dust and in the rocks and wonderedwhere we had gone wrong. One of us staredat the horizon’s wall for several hours, quietlysmashing his head against it until his skullcracked and little brown rivulets of bloodand brain mingled with the thirsty earth.And one of us forget her name and gave upany sense of herself, and pretended she wasan unseen flower and drifted away, intothe darkness. And one of us saw that skywas once a thing that held the heavens,where the sun and stars and eternal blacknesslived, and which, being gone now, meantthat all our dreams were rooted in the earth,but were unrooted because withoutsun no roots could grow. And so wesat around and pondered, eyeless, blankas heart-attacks, the horror our dreamlessness,of being entirely bound to the dust fromwhence we came and the dust we will be.
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