Crepuscule (I Will Wade Out)
Another short break in the Dave Moore series to present an unabashedly ecstatic poem by E. E. Cummings. The kind of Modernist poetry we often use here rarely presents itself like this, as the early 20th Century pioneers tended to be a downbeat and skeptical lot, even before the great tribulation of the First World … Continue reading Crepuscule (I Will Wade Out)