RAYMOND CARVER
The Current
These fish have no eyes
these silver fish that come to me in dreams,
scattering their roe and milt
in the pockets of my brain.
But there's one that comes--
heavy, scarred, silent like the rest,
that simply holds against the current,
closing its dark mouth against
the current, closing and opening
as it holds to the current.
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who knows if the moon's
who knows if the moon's
a baloon, 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 baloon,
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
always it's spring) and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves.
E. E. Cummings (1952)
To pick up it{s a very hard decission.
It needs value and selfsteem.
It needs comprehension and renovation of the self.
It needs a friend help to pick somebody up for the life.
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