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(spiralling 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
e. e. cummings
