Poems and Sleep

I'm quite tired right now and need to go to bed. I have so much to write about though--a trip to castles, a trip to Krakow, and a trip to visit Jason and go to a ball at Oxford! I hopefully will update sometime soon. Unfortunately, however, I'm going to be extremely busy these next two weeks, so we shall see.

Anyway, I have another blog that I randomly put poems in, but this one was just so pretty I thought I would put it in this blog, since people sometimes read this one, and the other one is just more for me to keep a record of poems. So, if you like poetry, here is a new ee cummings one I just stumbled upon. The first few stanzas are a little melancholy, but the last one is just so beautiful. Speaking of beautiful, Nantes is starting to be decorated for Christmas and there are plenty of sparkling garlands, white houses for the Christmas market, and a large carousel being set up all over town.

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.

e.e. cummings