e.e. cummings
dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
trees are their roots
and wind is wind
trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
and live by love
though the stars walk backward
honour the past
but welcome the future
and dance your death
away at the wedding
never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
for good likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves, since Doom
with white longest hands
neating each crease
will smooth entirely our minds
before leaving my room
i turn, and stooping
through the morning kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.
silently if, out of not knowable
silently if, out of not knowable
night's utmost nothing,wanders a little guess
only which is this world)more my life does
not leap than with the mystery your smile
sings or if spiraling as luminous
they climb oblivion voices who are dreams,
less into heaven certainly earth swims
than each my deeper death becomes your kiss
losing through you what seemed myself, i find
selves unimaginably mine; beyond
sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears
yours 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
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