Friday, June 15, 2007

Friday Poetry

Tell me not that I am too late! Actually, I know I'm not. It's still Friday. On to the poetry.

My favorite e.e. cummings poem.

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)

And the roundup is here.


John Mutford said...

e.e. cummings has always been a favourite of mine, but I forgot this poem. Thanks for the reminder!

MaureenE said...

You're welcome! I enjoy most of his poetry, but this one is definitely my favorite.