i go to this window

--e. e. cummings

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