Tilt it sideways, skewed from center.
Give it limbs,
Hold the way the light attaches to skin
on your hungry tongue,
soon flung… 73 more words
This time of year, I can’t watch a single leaf spiraling to earth without thinking of a certain special poem by E.E. Cummings …
Strung together like a necklace of cranberries on a thread, his letters make up what I consider to be the most exquisite little poem I’ve ever encountered: 59 more words