beyond the brittle towns asleep

by E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings

beyond the brittle towns asleep

beyond the brittle towns asleep
i look where stealing needles of foam
in the last light

thread the creeping shores

as out of dumb strong hands infinite

the erect deep upon me
in the last light
pours its eyeless miles

the chattering sunset ludicrously
dies, i hear only tidewings

in the last light
twitching at the world




Last updated July 18, 2015