Et in Arcadia Ego
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After Dickinson
One half of everything is true,The part that don’t depend on you –God made the part that touches ground,The half with roots, that reacheth down. The other part that fills the air,Which meets bright hope, or dark despair –Is like the limbs of that Old Tree,Whose height and reach extends from me.
A Reading of E. E.Cummings’s Poem, “plato told”
plato told him:he couldn’tbelieve it(jesus told him;hewouldn’t believeit)lao tszecertainly toldhim,and general(yes mam)sherman;and even(believe itor not)youtold him:i toldhim;we told him(he didn’t believe it,no sir)it tooka nipponized bit ofthe old sixth avenueel;in the top of his head:to tell him
Ruined Choir 