E. E. Cummings
a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand. I think i too have known
autumn too long…
writes with pictures
author + illustrator Deborah Freedman
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move over, Little Red Hen...
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8 December 2010 at 7:03 pm
I have always been intrigued by e. e. cummings poetry.
I carry this stanza (from “somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond”) in my heart of romance:
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open, petal by petal, myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose
sigh.
Thanks for sharing the snippet and the link and reminding me!
9 December 2010 at 11:09 am
… nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
9 December 2010 at 4:37 pm
The illustration is fabulous. It feels as if space and time have been collapsed and are being blown away, too.
10 December 2010 at 1:03 pm
Thanks, Alice. Great poetry is always inspiring!