E.E. Cummings

"Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk
curiosity,
wonder,
spontaneous delight,
or any experience that reveals the
human spirit."
- e. e. cummings

   If
   by E.E. Cummings

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
       Life would be delight,--
       But things couldn't go right
       For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
       There might be some sense
       But I'd be in suspense
       For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
       Things would seem fair,--
       Yet they'd all despair,
       For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.