E. E. Cummings

After Five

after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer that by responding ways cloaked with renewal my body turns toward thee again     for the stars have been finished in the nobler trees and the language of leaves repeats eventual perfection while east deserves of dawn. i lie at length,breathing with shut eyes the sweet earth where thou liest

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