Wednesday, October 15, 2014

E.E. Cummings

Yesterday was the birthday of E. E. Cummings, one of my favorite poets.   Of his hundreds of poems here is one of my favorites:

who are you, little I
(five or six years old)
peering from some high

window, at the gold

of november sunset

(and feeling that if day
has to become night

this is a beautiful way)

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