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)
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