E. E. Cummings

The Wind Is A Lady With

the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason (i have spoken with this indubitable and green person “Are You the Wind?” “Yes” “why do you touch flowers as if they were unalive,as if They were ideas?” “because,sir things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise,appear capable of fragility and indecision —do not suppose these without any reason and otherwise roses and mountains different from the i am who wanders imminently across the renewed world” to me said the)wind being A lady in a green dress,who;touches:the fields (at sunset)

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