may my heart always be open to little
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
ee cummings
P.S. Happy 21st, Cici! I can’t believe you can legally drink now. 
i don’t think i read enough poetry. i read but i don’t feel well-read. i just can’t help but feel pretentious reading poetry.
p.s. i sent you a heart-felt email a little while ago. jerk.
Teresa said: I’m sorry, I finally replied! I don’t read enough poetry either. I thought maybe I should start!
Good stuff. You write these all yourself?
I’m definitely not a poet!
Teresa said: No, someone named ee cummings did.