E. E. Cummings

My Sonnet Is A Light Goes On In

my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightacross from my window,night air bothered with a rustling din sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin- man’s tiny racket.  The horses sleep upstairs. And you can see their ears.  Ears win- k,funny stable.  In the morning they go out in pairs: amazingly,one pair is white (but you know that)they look at each other.  Nudge. (if they love each other,who cares?) They pull the morning out of the night. I am living with a mouse who shares my meals with him,which is fair as i judge.

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