And some nights just call for a poem: e.e. cummings
Michael Gallagher I won’t preface this poem too much with explanation or emotional context or anything like this, but it seemed fitting that my first post (belated) of 2011 should be a…
e.e. cummings
e.e. cummings, opening and closing
“somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they…