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now all the fingers of this tree(darling)have
by e. e. cummings
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now all the fingers of this tree(darling)have hands, and all the hands have people; and more each particular person is(my love) alive than every world can understand and now you are and i am now and we're a mystery which will never happen again, a miracle which has never happened before– and shining this our now must come to then our then shall be some darkness during which fingers are without hands; and i have no you: and all trees are(any more than each leafless)its silent in forevering snow —but never fear(my own, my beautiful my blossoming)for also then's until luminous tendril of celestial wish luminous tendril of celestial wish (whying diminutive bright deathlessness to these my not themselves believing eyes adventuring,enormous nowhere from) querying affirmation; virginal immediacy of precision: more and perfectly more most etereal silence through twilight's mystery made flesh– dreamslender exquisite white firstful flame —new moon! as(by the miracle of your sweet innocence refuted)clumsy some dull cowardice called a world vanishes, teach disappearing also me the keen illimitable secret of begin | ||