The Poem Book

Number Nine: E.E. Cummings

Poet: E.E. Cummings

Poem: "maggie and milly and molly and may"

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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

whose 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)

it's always ourselves we find in the sea