the blue muse

because i am exhausted, with a headache and a house to clean and lots more work to do

and because it is friday the 13th, which arrived with glorious sunshine and daffodils finally peeking their heads out

and because it is national poetry month and because none of that makes any sense at all,

i give you this e.e.cummings poem:

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

in time of daffodils

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wishing you a weekend filled with sunshine and daffodils.

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