FOUR, XVIII

By Dawn March 1, 2026 · Edited March 1, 2026

A work of e.e. cummings, from "is 5", 1926

i go to this window
just as day dissolves
when it is twilight(and
looking up in fear

I see the new moon
thinner than a hair)

making me feel
how m̲y̲s̲e̲l̲f̲ has been coarse and dull
compared with y̲o̲u̲,silently who are
and cling
to my mind always

But now she sharpens and becomes crisper
until I smile with knowing
—and all about
herself

the sprouting largest final air

plunges
inward with hurled
downward thousands of enormous dreams