1221. e. e. cummings - who are you,little i

 who are you little i

(five or six years old)

peermg from some high

windows; at the gold

of november sunset

(and feeling:that if day

has to become night

this is a beautiful way)

1220. Lilacs - Katherine Garrison Chapin

When I met my lover
  Lilacs were new,
He said, “I brought some lilacs,
  Lilacs for you.”

I took them eagerly
  Laughing in surprise.
He said “ They are pretty
  Just like your eyes.”

I pressed the pointed blossoms
  chose to my check,
And the smooth green leaves…
  But I couldn’t speak.

How was I to tell him,
  Spring being new,
How say: ‘Its is the lilacs
  I love, not you”

1219. And Then There Is That Incredible Moment - Kate Light

 when you realize what you’re reading,
what’s being revealed to you, how it is not
what you expected, what you thought
you were reading, where you thought you were heading.
Then there in that incredible knowing
that surges up in you, speeding
your heart; and you swear you will keep on reading,
keep on writing until you find another not going
where you thought—and until you have taken
someone on that ride, so that they let out their
sigh, so that they will swear
they will not rest until they too
have taken someone the way they were taken by you.