“life, the question how do i drink dream
smile
and how do i prefer this face to another and
why do i weep eat sleep-what does the
whole intend”
they wonder. oh and they cry “to be, being,
that i am alive
this absurd fraction in its lowest terms
with everything canceled
but shadows
-what does it all come down to? love? Love
If you like and i like, for the reason that i
hate people and lean out of this window is
love, love
and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh
love and the reason
that i do not fall into this street is love.”
E. E. Cummings
