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)

rising rose

rise, rose!
having such thoughts
must not keep you in bed

open your eyes and rise, rose!
the day awaits you
and the coffee is getting cold