5 April 2005: Here's a third poem by Cummings, a near-perfect haiku, except that it's three or four syllables more than seventeen:
& sun &
sil
e
nce
e
very
w
here
noon
e
is exc
ep
t
on
t
his
b
oul
der
a
drea(chipmunk)ming
Note that it is a dreaming that is on the boulder, not a chipmunk (except secondarily, if you want to be picky).
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