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Even A Pencil Has Fear To

even a pencil has fear to

do the posed body luckily made

a pen is dreadfully afraid

of her of this of the smile’s two

eyes….too, since the world’s but

a piece of eminent fragility.

Well and when—Does susceptibility

imply perspicuity,or?

shut

up.

Seeing

seeing her is not

to something or to nothing as much as

being by her seen, which has got

nothing on something as i think

 

,did you ever hear a jazz

Band?

 

or unnoise men don’t make soup who drink.

Written by
E. E. Cummings
1894-1962 / Male / American
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