A Poem A Day #132

I go to this window 
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 myself has been coarse and dull
compared with you, 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.

E. E. Cummings
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