As it happened with many of my poems, short stories , novels , songs, screenplays , etc , this one has also been widespread on the internet credited to someone already dead when I was born. I've been creating poems (and other stuff) since childhood, when I thought they were made to be declaimed, not written. But I wrote this one in my adult life, and, due to the ambiguity of the sound of 'Jacynth Song' in Portuguese language, though not enough to give up on this dreamly mysterious verse, which wasn't the first mention to this intriguing term, I signed it under the sugestive name of E. E. Cummings , soon creating another good poem under the same name. Like in 'Eternal Shine of a Spotless Mind' , I kept referring my own work even when I forgot about it, thus later I've created an illustration based on this very same poem. You Are Tired (I think), And So Am I You are tired, (I think) And so am I Of the always puzzle of living and doing. You