e.e. cummings escribió:

(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens; only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands.

Lawrence Ferlinghetti:

Yet I have slept with beauty in my own weird way
And I have made a hungry scene or two
with beauty in my bed
Then I spoiled another poem or two
Then I spoiled another poem or two
Upon the Bosh-like world

Musa McKim:

Should I get back to the city
to be with the guilty?
Or stay with the tree
unconscious of me?

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