Sonnet 116

Grasshopper

r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r

E. E. Cummings, 1894 - 1962

                                     r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r
                           who
  a)s w(e loo)k
  upnowgath
                       PPEGORHRASS
                                                       eringint(o-
  aThe):l
               eA
                    !p:
S                                                                        a
                                      (r
  rIvInG                              .gRrEaPsPhOs)
                                                                         to
  rea(be)rran(com)gi(e)ngly
  ,grasshopper;

From:http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-g-r

The Red Door

The Red Door

by

Lia Goldman 

S2DE

Five Years ago, when I was thirteen, I went to London with my parents. Our B&B was in a calm part of the city called Highgate. During the long everyday trips, I looked at each door. I had to have a photo of each, just like people who collect stamps. For each one, I found a subtitle or a description: one was grass-green, the other sky-blue, or yellow like a lemon.