"one winter afternoon" - ee cummings

[dysis]

Just because. :)

"one winter afternoon"
- ee cummings



one winter afternoon

(at the magical hour
when is becomes if)

a bespangled clown
standing on eighth street
handed me a flower.

Nobody,it's safe
to say,observed him but
myself;and why?because

without any doubt he was
whatever (first and last)

mostpeople fear most ?
a mystery for which I've
no word except alive

-that is,completely alert
and miraculously whole;
with not merely a mind and a heart

but unquestionably a soul-
by no means funereally hilarious

(or otherwise democratic)
but essentially poetic
or ethereally serious

a fine not a coarse clown
(no mob,but a person)

and while never saying a word

who was anything but dumb;
since the silence of him

self sang like a bird.
mostpeople have been heard
screaming for international
measures that render hell rational
-i thank heaven somebody's crazy

enough to give me a daisy.