“Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt...”
More from E. E Cummings
“Without the mercy of your eyes, your voice, your ways; how dark am I? No song, nothing.”
“Make me a child.”
“Honor the past, but welcome the future.”
“The utter silence of the untranslated stars.”