"you're 16, and you're no e.e.cummings"

I can't remember who exactly said this-- maybe Chi? When we were in high school in response to some pretentious attempt by someone (not me) at poetry writing. It's always stuck with me. As has my love for e.e. cummings. I grew up with my dad reading me "in just" every spring. I love, LOVE, this poem Angela posted. And hey, it's valentine's.