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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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!
Lovely early morning read ….put a smile in my heart 🥰