This is one of my favorite poems, from one of my favorite poets. Really, the only happy poet I know of that was any good (well, maybe Emily Dickinson was happy at times, too...). Notice on the chopped up phrase "a leaf falls", how your eye actually follows a path like a real leaf falling. Love it. Here's a link of e. e. reading a couple of poems. Enjoy.
Reflection
5:41am thursday, 10th april
My own poem.........No channeling..Eric in the raw..
Who really cares
Who really cares who wins?...
I'm tired of fighting and
well, who cares?..What is to be won anyway?
Reflection