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Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain he’ll not tell where.) beauty makes terms with time and his worms, when loveliness says sweetly Yes to wind and cold; and how much earth is Madge worth? Inquire of the flower that sways in the autumn she will never guess. but i know my heart fell dead before.
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Where’s Madge Then
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain he’ll not tell where.) beauty makes terms with time and his worms, when loveliness says sweetly Yes to wind and cold; and how much earth is Madge worth? Inquire of the flower that sways in the autumn she will never guess. but i know my heart fell dead before.
E. E. Cummings
1894 - 1962/Male/American