Cruel as a thief.
Into this wild abyss the wary fiend stood on the brink of hell and looked a while, pondering his voyage.

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E. E. Cummings Poetry: here's to opening and upward,to leaf and to sap

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here’s to opening and upward,to leaf and to sap
and to your(inmyarms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain

and here’s to silent certainly mountains;and to
a disappearing poet of always,snow
and to morning;and to morning’s beautiful friend
twilight(and a first dream called…

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