there's time for laughing and there's time for cryingโ for hoping for despair for peace for longing โa time for growing and a time for dying: a night for silence and a day for singing but more than all(as all your more than eyes tell me)there is a time for timelessness
e. e. cummingsMeanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera.)
e. e. cummingsSweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
e. e. cummingsa connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of this night when souls which have forgot frivolity in lowliness,noting the fatal flight of worlds whereto this earthโs a hurled dream down eager avenues of lifelessness consider for how much themselves shall gleam, in the poised radiance of perpetualness. When whatโs in velvet beyond doomed thought is like a woman amorous to be known; and man,whose here is alway worse than naught, feels the tremendous yonder for his ownโ on such a night the sea through her blind miles of crumbling silence seriously smiles
e. e. cummings