Saturday, August 15, 2009

#229

if you and i awakening

discover that(somehow
in the dark)this world has been
Picked,like a piece
of clover,from the green meadow of

time

lessness;quietly
turning
toward me the
guessable mirrors which your eyes are

You will communicate a little

more than twice all that
so
gently
while we were asleep while
we were each other disappeared;but i

slightly

smiling,
gradually shall reenter the

singular kingdom
(sleep)
.while some
thing else
kisses busily
a
memory,which how exquisitely
flutters in

the cornerless tomorrow

-e.e. cummings