e.e. cummings

Today is the birthday of the great American poet e.e. cummings (sic) (1894-1962). Here’s a little number he wrote when Buffalo Bill passed away:

Buffalo Bill’s:

defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus

he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death