A moment ago as I was standing outside my breakfast cafe with my dogs (yes, I keep awfully strange hours and I take my dogs to breakfast in restaurants) a young man came out behind me and handed me this E.E Cummings poem:
if you like my poems let them
walk in the evening,a little behind you
then people will say
“Along this road i saw a princess pass
on her way to meet her lover (it was
toward nightfall) with tall and ignorant servants.”
He walked away before I even noticed what he had given me. It was so oddly touching, even to my ice-bitch heart. He looked so shy and nice that I just want to hug him.
Anyway, this is for Pht who seems to think his countrymen are sub-literate.