from e.e. cummings 95 poems
eyes eyes
looking (alw
ays) while
earth and sky grow
one with wonder until (see
This is for me more than a poem about the sharing of perception (father and son at a window watching snowflakes “falling & falling & falling”. It is also about the mystery of productive connection: “EverychildfatheringOne”. There is something gone, something in the gone. There is no one without a loss from the all.
And so for day 466
23.03.2008