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Friday, 8 November 2013

poetry post : dive for dreams

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 and heroes
(for good likes girls
and tomorrows 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,wonders a little death
(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 souls return
-you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars


E. E. Cummings
Sourced here

Although this poem is by the same writer as i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart) this is pure coincidence - I knew that last line, but thought it was Shakespeare.  The all-knowing Google set me straight though, which means I'm now wondering how many lines of verse in my head suspect by the writer that I thought (or maybe assumed?) they were!  How about you - ever mixed up writers?

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