The poet that made Marilyn Monroe more fuckable

'Arthur Miller once watched Marilyn Monroe discovering the work of ee cummings in a bookshop, "moving her lips", engrossed by his poem "in Just-/spring", and wondered "what would she make of poetry that was so simple yet so sophisticated?… The naive wonder in her face that she could so easily respond to a stylized work sent a filament of connection out between us." God, I wonder what poem she was reading. More appreciation of ee here.