("might these be thrushes climbing...")

E. E. Cummings

what may be better
             or what may be worse
             and what may be clover
             clover clover

             (nobody'll know)

             sam was a man
             grinned his grin
             done his chores
             laid him down.

             Sleep well

                     IV
might these be thrushes climbing through almost (do they

beautifully wandering in merciful
miracles wonderingly celebrate day
and welcome earth's arrival with a soul)

sunlight? yes
         (always we have heard them sing
the dark alive but)
              look: begins to grow
more than all real, all imagining;

and we who are we? surely not i not you
behold nor any breathing creature this?
nothing except the impossible shall occur

-see: now himself uplifts of stars the star
(sing! every joy)-wholly now disappear
night's not eternal terrors like a guess.

Life's life and strikes my your our blossoming sphere

                   v
    if everything happens that can't be done
    (and anything's righter
    than books
    could plan)
    the stupidest teacher will almost guess
    (with a run
    skip
    around we go yes)
    there's nothing as something as one

    one hasn't a why or because or although
    (and buds know better
    than books
    don't grow)
    one's anything old being everything new
    (with a what
    which
    around we come who)
   one's everyanything so

    so world is a leaf so tree is a bough