― E.E. Cummings,

“who knows if the moon’s
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky–filled with pretty people?
( and if you and I should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where

Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves”


Collected Poems of e.e cummings, shared Via GoodReads.Com 

Photograph taken by Emma Mills of a red rose in an English garden one winter in the midlands, UK. 2015