| from "is 5": Three: VII... e.e. cummings... |
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sunlight was over our mouths fears hearts lungs arms hopes feet hands |
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under us the unspeaking Mediterranean bluer than we had imagined a few cries drifting through high air a sail a fishing boat somebody an invisible spectator, maybe certain nobodies laughing faintly |
| playing moving far below us |
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perhaps one villa caught like pieces of a kite in the trees, here and here reflecting sunlight (everywhere sunlight keen complete silent |
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and everywhere you your kisses your flesh mind breathing beside under around myself) by and by |
| a fat color reared itself against the sky and the sea |
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. . . finally your eyes knew me, we smiled to each other, releasing lay, watching (sprawling, in grass upon a cliff) what had been something else carefully slowly fatally turning into ourselves . . . |
| while in the very middle of fire all |
| the world becoming bright and little melted. |
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