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10 Mar: "how many moment must..." by ee cummings

how many moments must(amazing each
how many centuries)these more than eyes
restroll and stroll some never deepening beach
locked in foreverish time’s tide at poise,
love alone understands:only for whom
i’ll keep my tryst until that tide shall turn;
and from all selfsubtracting hugely doom
treasures of reeking innocence are born.
Then, with not credible the anywhere
eclipsing of a spirit’s ignorance
by every wisdom knowledge fears to dare,
how the(myself’s own self who’s)child will dance!
and when he’s plucked such mysteries as men
do not conceive–let ocean grow again

3 comments:

  1. Philosophical poem on beginnings and endings of man and earth. And yet, I cannot quite understand where he points...."such mysteries as men do not conceive", "spirit's ignorance", the BIGness of it all...extinction of man? "let ocean grow again".
    Almost sounds within Christianity...the feared judgement day...when man will be gone and the ocean can grow again. But then, where is his "hell"?

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