#cummings – silently if, out of knowable

silently if, out of knowable

night’s utmost nothing, wanders a little guess

(only which is this world) more my life does

not leap than with the mystery your smile

sings or if (spiralling as luminous

they climb oblivion) voices who are dreams,

less into heaven certainly earth swims

than each my deeper death becomes your kiss

losing through you what seemed myself, i find

selves unimaginably mine; beyond

sorrow’s own joys and hoping’s very fears

yours is the light by which my spirit’s born:

yours is the darkness of my soul’s return

–you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars


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