"You Are Tired by e.e. cummings You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and..."

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You Are Tired

by e.e. cummings

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.

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- "You Are Tired" by e.e. cummings (found this on http://ift.tt/1BZ64uP)