| from "Tulips and Chimneys": Chimneys: Sonnets- Unrealities: VI... e.e. cummings... |
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a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of this night |
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when souls which have forgot frivolity in lowliness, noting the fatal flight of worlds whereto this earth's a hurled dream |
| down eager avenues of lifelessness |
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consider for how much themselves shall gleam, in the poised radiance of perpetualness. When what's in velvet beyond doomed thought |
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is like a woman amorous to be known; and man, whose here is always worse than naught, feels the tremendous yonder for his own- |
| on such a night the sea through her blind miles |
| of crumbling silence seriously smiles |
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