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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.
Edward Estlin Cummings
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Read poems about / on: despair, sad, fear, heaven, night, life
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Meg Tapp (9/24/2011 11:24:00 AM)
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A very poignant take on the nature of regret: how the lament of one thing being so is essentially a wish that better things may not be.. This poem speaks volumes. It's gorgeous.
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lefty the one and only (4/23/2010 4:20:00 PM)
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i love how soft and matter-of-fact that poem is. As if to say that bad things are all around, but they build who we all are and bring out the absolute good.
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