My daughter and I on a recent trip to the library found a book of poems by e.e. cummings titled Hist Whist and Other Poems for Children. Contained within we found this resonating little gem(reproduced exactly):
the little horse is newlY
Born)he knows nothing,and feels
everything;all around whom is
perfectly a strange
ness(Of sun
light and of fragrance and of
Singing)is ev
evrywhere(a welcom
ing dream:is amazing)
a worlD.and in
this world lies:smoothbeautifuL
ly folded;a(bre
thing and a gro
Wing)silence,who
is:somE
oNe.
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