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(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)
~ e. e. cummings
I am a big fan of e.e. cummings and his poetry. This poem is no exception. I love the nostalgic feeling in the words -- I, too, remember looking out my window as a young girl, watching the sun set. And I, too, believe that sunsets are a beautiful way for day to become night. Reading this poem makes my heart happy. :) What do you feel when you read it?
Picturing it now, I think at 5 or 6 years old I would have said "wow" and thought how pretty. Now I look at the sunsets at think how beautiful and amazing nature is. I love sunsets.
ReplyDeleteI do, too!
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