Stealing From Ee Cummings Poem by Emerald Griffin
Stealing From Ee Cummings
creep through the small door
the large door
towards the sleeping poet
large on the small bed.
Poetry is something
you say
to take for yourself
not to steal
but i do not listen
i go closer closer
so many bells in the background
i walk to his side.
Poetry abounds in his head
i snatch an idea
bells ringing
and run
Saturday, June 3, 2006
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