Friday, August 10, 2007

Who Knows If the Moon's by e.e.cummings

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One night it rained a fine white powder from the stove, we put masking tape down on the floor, took our places and wrote things and made drawing. She copied this poem onto the tape. This was when unexpected things could still happen.

1 comment:

Stella Oliver said...

Thankss for this blog post