one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating, shall occur
no death and any quantity; but than
all numerable mosts the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel, they dissect a kiss;
or, sold the reason, they undream a dream)
one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt, repaying life they're loaned;
we (by a gift called dying born) must grow
deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose, whole find.
E.E. Cummings, poem named after the first line.
3 comments:
"...one's not half two,
It's two are halves of one..."
I like that.
I haven't been here in so long, it is nice to view your beautiful artwork.
Bla, thanks for stopping by.
Kind Deborah, I miss you at your blog. :-)
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