Tuesday, August 2, 2016

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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