“XVII Lady, i will touch you with my mind.Touch you and touch and touchuntil you giveme suddenly a smile,shyly obscene (lady i willtouch you with my mind.)Touchyou,that is all, lightly and you utterly will becomewith infinite care the poem which i do not write.” ― E. E. Cummings "Κυρία, θα σε αγγίξω με τον νου... Continue Reading →
