DAYS OF INNOCENCE 1 E. E. Cummings 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) (from Selected Poems)
(My thanks to E. E. Cummings.)
The Gentle Nudge
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Lovely early morning read ….put a smile in my heart 🥰
One of my early favorites ("what of a much of a which of a wind"). I love the way the lower case i connotes the separation between ego and something larger, and how the last line makes that visible and also so common and pervasive. Thanks for showcasing this little gem!