(Beginning of the End in room 335 ...) 52 Who are you, little I
(five or six years old)
you observe from a high window
: the golden sunset
November
(and that you think that if the day is to become
night
this is a wonderful way to do it) ***
who are you, little i
(Five or six years old) peering from
Some high
window: at the gold of november sunset
(and feeling: That if you
day to night Become
this is a beautiful way)
* ****
41
is Beautiful
Sinsen
Tido
of (sil
encioso) ca
er (p
do
or any) of the n
Ieve
*** Beautiful
is the UNMEE
ning
of (sil ently
)
fal ling (e
see
yw here) s
Now
(ee cummings, Buffalo Bill dead. (Collection of poems from 1910 to 1962) , Madrid, Hyperion, 1996, pp. 298-299 and 278-279. Trad. José Casas)