who knows if the moon’s a balloon,
coming out of a keen city in the sky—
filled with pretty people?
Who Knows If The Moon’s
who knows if the moon’s a balloon,
coming out of a keen city in the sky—
filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should get into it,
if they should take me
and take you into their balloon,
why then we’d go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away
and away sailing into a keen city which
nobody’s ever visited,where always
it’s
Spring)
and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves
e.e. cummings + moon jars.
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