Sunset (by E.E.Cummings)
Sunset
by E.E. Cummings
first published in The Harvard Advocate, 21 March 1913
Great carnal mountains crouching in the cloud
That marrieth the young earth with a ring,
Yet still its thought builds heavenward, whence spring
Wee villages of vapor, sunset-proud.—
And to the meanest door hastes one pure-browed
White-fingered star, and little, childish thing,
The busy needle of her light to bring,
And stitch, and stitch, upon a dead day's shroud.
Poises the sun upon his west, a spark
Superlative,—and dives beneath the world;
From the day's fillets Night shakes out her locks;
List! One pure trembling drop of cadence purled—
"Summer!"—a meek thrush whispers to the dark.
Hark! the cold ripple sneering on the rocks!
Posted by Jesus Crisis at 11/15/2009 10:18 AM 
Categories: cummings (e.e.),Poetry,1900s,American
Tags: 1913 e.e. cummings The Harvard Advocate American Poetry American Literature
Categories: cummings (e.e.),Poetry,1900s,American
Tags: 1913 e.e. cummings The Harvard Advocate American Poetry American Literature
ee cummings is once the greatest dead poet ever alive online at this lieberry OH SIR its great to read you
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