54
by E. E. Cummings, from XAIPE
maybe god
is a child
‘s hand)very carefully
bring
-ing
to you and to
me(and quite with
out crushing)the
papery weightless diminutive
world
with a hole in
it out
of which demons with wings would be streaming if
something had(maybe they couldn’t
agree)not happened(and floating-
ly int
o
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With three daughters it is easy for me to understand the poet’s supposition – that a child’s hand is a thing of creation, offering to us a world that could, just maybe, be a papery, weightless wonder. And imagine, what it might be like if something had not happened to stop the demons…
Image from flickr member lrargerich
Living on the Lip of Insanity 
Lovely.
Oh, Wendy I agree. Thanks for stopping by.
I really enjoy how cummings can capture childhood innocence. Thanks for introducing me to this one.
@Paul –
I love cummings. He twists all the things that we are taught about words and images and brings us beauties like these:
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little lame baloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddyandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring