little i – Feb 26
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)
Category: E. E. Cummings One comment »
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)
Category: E. E. Cummings One comment »
February 28th, 2009 at 1:13 pm
how i love you e e cummings and this poem.