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E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings

The Bigness of Cannon

the bigness of cannon
is skilful,
 
but i have seen
death’s clever enormous voice
which hides in a fragility
of poppies….
 
i say that sometimes
on these long talkative animals
are laid fists of huger silence.
 
I have seen all the silence
full of vivid noiseless boys
 
at Roupy
i have seen
between barrages,
 
the night utter ripe unspeaking girls.

#Americans #Modernism

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