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Found at Sea

For some reason, this poem hit me tonight, particularly the last line. For the past four months, I’ve been searching for something, albeit I wasn’t sure what. Maybe what I’ve been searching for all long is myself.

Maggie and Milly and Molly and May
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and Maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and

Milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and Molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

May came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.

– E. E. Cummings, “Maggie and Milly and Molly and May”

Posted by Vegasbab on November 26th, 2010 Posted in Thoughts

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