e.e. cummings, from “now winging selves sing sweetly, while ghosts(there” (excerpt from

e.e. cummings, from “now winging selves sing sweetly, while ghosts(there” (excerpt from Late Poems 1930-62),Complete Poems:1904-1962

[Text ID: “winter is over—now(for me and you,
darling!)life’s star prances the blinding blue”]