LXX

here is the ocean,this is the moonlight:say

that both precisely beyond either were—

so in darkness ourselves go,mind in mind

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which is the thrilling least of all(for love’s

secret supremely clothers herself with day)

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i mean,should any curious dawn discuss

our mingling spirits,you would disappear

unreally;as this planet(understand)

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forgets the entire and perpetual sea

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but if yourself consider wonderful

that your(how luminous)life toward twilight will

dissolve reintegrate beckon through me,

i think it is less wonderful than this

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only by you my heart always moves

 

E. E. Cummings | "LXX".
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