i go to this window <br /> <br />just as day dissolves <br />when it is twilight(and <br />looking up in fear <br /> <br />i see the new moon <br />thinner than a hair) <br /> <br />making me feel <br />how myself has been coarse and dull <br />compared with you, silently who are <br />and cling <br />to my mind always <br /> <br />But now she sharpens and becomes crisper <br />until i smile with knowing <br />-and all about <br />herself <br /> <br />the sprouting largest final air <br /> <br />plunges <br /> inward with hurled <br />downward thousands of enormous dreams<br /><br />e.e. cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-go-to-this-window-xviii/
