53, a poem by e.e. cummings
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
for even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
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My name is Kasia. I'm 20 years old, and I live and study in Cambridge, England. This journal is a collection of poetry and quotes from my favorite writers, plus a whole lotta' re-blogging. I post some personal writing here.








