March 28, 2008

• You Are Tired

  You are tired
  (I think)
  Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
  And so am I.
  Come with me then
  And we'll 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 are a little 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!
  I'll 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) your little heart
  While the moon comes out of the sea.

  e e cummings

  One of my Xanga friends has recently discovered the poetry of e e cummings and mentioned it on her blog.  The poem above is the first e e cummings poem I ever ran across and I fell in love with it.  So much that I memorized it without anyone ever suggesting I should, or intending to.  I memorized it because I read it so often that I couldn't forget it.  I quoted it to myself and used it as my template for the practice of calligraphy when I took that class in college. 

  I hope you enjoy it. 

  

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