i go to this window by E. E. Cummings
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
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