CENTO DI QUESTI GIORNI
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did
Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Excerpt from anyone lived in a pretty how town by the brilliant Edward Estlin Cummings
Photos from Fearing’s.