e.e cummings

Just after high school and well into my first year of college I fell in love with the poetry of e.e cummings. Couldn't get enough of his passionate words, all strung together just right. I carried a tattered copy of his poems in my backpack should I need to suddenly read "somewhere I have never travelled" while eating my lunch on the lawn, and smoking beedi's (it was such a bad habit, I know...). When I met my (now) husband, I wrote the words of "i like my body when it is with your body" in a love letter. I just found my tattered book and I think I may just start carrying it around once again, for old times sake of course.