lagniappe No.7

87

 o by the by

has anybody seen

little you-i

who stood on a green

hill and threw

his wish at blue

with a swoop and a dart

out flew his wish

(it dived like a fish

but it climbed like a dream)

throbbing like a heart

singing like a flame

blue took it my

far beyond far

and high beyond high

bluer took it your

but bluest took it our

away beyond where

what a wonderful thing

is the end of a string

(murmurs little you-i

as the hill becomes nil)

and will somebody tell

me why people let go

-- e.e. cummings

james r. murphy's la guardia students with their string figures