this(let’s remember)day died again and
again;whose golden,crimson dooms conceive
an oceaning abyss of orange dream
larger than sky times earth:a flame beyond
soul immemorially forevering am-
and as collapsing that grey mind by wave
doom disappeared,out of perhaps(who knows?)
eternity floated a blossoming
(while anyone might slowly count to soon)
rose-did you see her?darling,did you(kiss
me)quickly count to never?you were wrong
-then all the way from perfect nowhere came
(as easily as we forget something)
livingest the imaginable moon
by e. e. cummings
A scent of ripeness from over a wall.
And come to leave the routine road
And look for what had made me stall,
There sure enough was an apple tree
That had eased itself of its summer load,
And of all but its trivial foliage free,
Now breathed as light as a lady’s fan.
For there had been an apple fall
As complete as the apple had given man.
The ground was one circle of solid red.
May something go always unharvested!
May much stay out of our stated plan,
Apples or something forgotten and left,
So smelling their sweetness would be no theft.
you do not have a soul
you are a soul
you have a body
- c.s. lewis