âXVII 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.â â E. E. Cummings "ÎÏ Ïία, Ξα ÏΔ Î±ÎłÎłÎŻÎŸÏ ÎŒÎ” ÏÎżÎœ ÎœÎżÏ ... Continue Reading →
