rip my heart out ...

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stand with your lover on the ending earth-

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stand with your lover on the ending earth-

and while a (huge by which huger than
huge) whoing sea leaps to greenly hurl snow,

suppose we could not love, dear; imagine

ourselves like living neither nor dead these
(or many thousands hearts which don't and dream
or many million minds which sleep and move)
blind sand, at pitiless the mercy of

time time time time time

how fortunate are you and I, whose home
is timelessness: we who have wandered down
from fragrant mountains of eternal now

to frolic in such mysteries as birth
and death a day (or maybe even less)

 
–E. E. Cummings

 

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in time of daffodils(who know

 

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in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remembering how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of walking is to dream
remembering so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remembering yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)
 
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me

 
–E. E. Cummings
from Selected Poems

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Now i lay(with everywhere around)me

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Now i lay(with everywhere around)me
(the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and
what a gently welcoming darkestness--

now i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music)feeling that sunlight is
(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
night is given(night and death and the rain 

are given;and given is how beautifully snow) 

now i lay me down to dream of(nothing
i or any somebody or you
can begin to begin to imagine) 

something which nobody may keep.
now i lay me down to dream of Spring


–E. E. Cummings 

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