Who knows why I ended up doing two strips relating to poetry this week — ’tis the odd stirrings of the Muse, I suppose. But it makes me think it might be fun to have a “Sheldon Poetry Week” one of these days. (Not unlike the “Artist Week” we had all those many moons ago.)
Anyway, to rectify my loving jab at e.e. cummings, today, I thought I’d share one of my favorite poems of his:
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