a beautiful poem

maggie and milly and molly and may

by e.e. cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles and

milly befriended a stranded star
whos rays five languid fingers were

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone

for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
its always ourselves we find in the sea

I'm obssessed with this poem. It's simply beautiful.

I wish I could write like this.

You know, if you reflect further, you find that the 4 girls might possibly be women discovering themselves. Think about it.