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You are tired, by e.e. cummings

Today: decided to absent myself from class and study the whole morning for the exam. The exam was crap, and I performed like shit as usual. I had soup for brains, and I’d be really really really lucky to pass that one. Met up with friends and did a lousy job critiquing J.’s poem. We ended up having dinner at this pseudo Italian resto, then some book-hunting at the village, then coffee and conversation, what else?

You are tired,
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.

Comments (3)

  • Lisa

    Just tired
    So am I

  • Brookelynn

    You are tired, I think…

  • billy

    So all of us are, from time to time
    yet we pretend not
    we lie to ourselves to protect our sanity


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