dive for dreamsor a slogan may topple you(trees are their rootsand wind is wind)trust your heartif the seas catch fire(and live by lovethough the stars walk backward)honour the pastbut welcome the future(and dance your deathaway at the wedding)never mind a worldwith its villains or heroes(for good likes girlsand tomorrow and the earth)in spite of everythingwhich breathes and moves, since Doom(with white longest handsneating each crease)will smooth entirely our minds-before leaving my roomi turn, and (stoopingthrough the morning) kissthis pillow, dearwhere our heads lived and were.
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silently if, out of not knowablenight's utmost nothing,wanders a little guess(only which is this world)more my life doesnot leap than with the mystery your smilesings or if(spiralling as luminousthey climb oblivion)voices who are dreams,less into heaven certainly earth swimsthan each my deeper death becomes your kisslosing through you what seemed myself,i findselves unimaginably mine;beyondsorrow's own joys and hoping's very fearsyours is the light by which my spirit's born:yours is the darkness of my soul's return-you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars—E. E. Cummingssilently if, out of not knowable
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