Monday, September 12, 2011


you are tired
( I think )
Of the always puzzles of living and doing:
So am I

come with me then, 
and we will leave it far and far away - 
(only you and I understand)

you have played
( I think)
and broke the toys you were fondest of
and you are tired now:
tired of things that break, and - 
just tired
so am I

but I come with a dream in my eyes tonight
and knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart
Open to me
for I will show you the places nobody knows
and, if you like
the perfect places of sleep

ah, come with me
Ill blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon
that floats forever and a day
I'll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream
until I find the only flower
which shall keep ( I think) in your little heart
while the moon comes out of the sea

 -  e.e. cummings

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