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).


73 poems (ed. 1963)

E. E. Cummings Quotes

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).

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).

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).

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).