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e. e. cummings (1894 - 1962)
Heart and Mind

along the brittle treacherous bright streets
of memory comes my heart, singing like
an idiot, whispering like a drunken man

who (at a certain corner, suddenly) meets
the tall policeman of my mind.

("along the brittle treacherous bright streets," 1926)

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