Poetry Friday: who are you,little i | e. e. cummings
who are you,little i | e. e. cummings
who are you,little i
(five or six years old)
peering from some high
window;at the gold
of november sunset
(and feeling:that if day
has to become night
this is a beautiful way)
Comments (6)
Edward Drangel
September 8, 2014 at 10:34 am
Isn’t this a delightful poem? We never leave the magic of childhood behind, it’s just that we carry it buried deeply beneath the pressures and expectations of adult life. Taking a moment to step outside and look at a sunset is a good way to put those things to the side, if even just for little while.
Dana Alkhodari
February 18, 2018 at 11:24 am
This is about suicide
Anonymous
March 26, 2020 at 1:57 am
What is the figurative language used in this poem
Anonymous
October 27, 2021 at 1:19 pm
Kind of just a twist on personification. The author here envisions the letter i as a child and the dot as his head, and thus continues to write about what the child sees. So it’s kind of metaphorical personification?
Dena
October 27, 2021 at 1:21 pm
That is one way to look at it. 🙂
Anonymous
September 26, 2020 at 1:00 pm
This is simply beautiful