Edward Estlin Cummings,
is 5
(1926)
“ The big fear Who held us deeply in His fist is no longer, can you imagine it i can’t which doesn’t matter and what does is possibly this dear, that we may resume impact with the inutile collide once more with the imaginable, love, and eat sunlight (do you believe it? j begin to and that doesn’t matter) which i suggest teach us a new terror always which shall brighten carefully these things we consider life. ”
