happy birthday, e.e.

This morning I had a strong desire to read e.e. cummings. I took his complete poems with me to the couch and began flipping through the pages. Later, when I told Yw this, she told me it was his birthday. "Today is the 14th, right?" she asked. It is. I hadn't known. I told her I was surprised. I told her I thought it was strange that I would have such an urge on the date of his birth. She said, "What a coincidence!"
Posted by eku at October 14, 2007 11:43 PM