Take Two Poems at Bedtime
When I am tired--and oh, I am tired!--there is poetry.
When my head fills to bursting with lists, with the remembering of things, with musts and shoulds--there is poetry.
When calendar page after calendar page has turned without an hour to sit quietly and think of nothing, softly--there is poetry.
Two-minute beauty. Paper-and-ink elixirs. Xanadu. Yes.
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
by e.e. cummings
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
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