night cannot be so sky
sky cannot be so sunful
i am through you so i
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| "Sweet Home Indiana"
. . . for two more months! |
but if a living dance upon dead minds
why,it is love;but at the earliest spear
of sun perfectly should disappear
moon’s utmost magic,or stones speak or one
name control more incredible splendor than
our merely universe, love’s also there:
and being here imprisoned,tortured here
love everywhere exploding maims and blinds
(but surely does not forget,perish, sleep
cannot be photographed,measured;disdains
the trivial labelling of punctual brains. . .
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
from only Whom shall time no refuge keep
though all the weird worlds must be opened?
)Love
by E. E. Cummings (1894 - 1962)
[ellipses in original]
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| i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
-- all the way to Virginia! |
Shout out to Molly & Andrew --
because I learned the "living dance" poem at your wedding!
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