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)
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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.
This is about suicide
What is the figurative language used in this poem
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?
That is one way to look at it. 🙂
This is simply beautiful