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E.E. Cummings

It is said that if the dead who died in the Great

War were placed head to feet, they would stretch

from New York to San Francisco, and from San

Francisco back again to New York; and if those

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The Wasp Trap

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HIS moonlight makesThe lovely lovelierThan ever before lakesAnd meadows were. And yet they are not,Though this their hour is, moreLovely than things that were notLovely before. Nothing on earth,And in the heavens no star,For pure brightness is worthMore than that jar, For wasps meant, nowA star--long may it swingFrom the dead apple-bough,So glistening.