by E. E. Cummings
i am a beggar always
who begs in your mind
(slightly smiling, patient, unspeaking
with a sign on his
chest
BLIND)yes i
am this person of whom somehow
you are never wholly rid(and who
does not ask for more than
just enough dreams to
live on)
after all, kid
you might as well
toss him a few thoughts
a little love preferably,
anything which you can’t
pass off on other people: for
instance a
plugged promise-
the he will maybe (hearing something
fall into his hat)go wandering
after it with fingers;till having
found
what was thrown away
himself
taptaptaps out of your brain, hopes, life
to(carefully turning a
corner)never bother you any more.
Last updated July 18, 2015