You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
Come with me, then,
And we'll leave it far and far away--
(Only you and I, understand!)
You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now;
- E.E.Cummings
#Poetry 💙📚👀
![Kansas native Clare Harner (1909-1977) first published "Immortality" in the December 1934 issue of poetry magazine The Gypsy[1] and was reprinted in their February 1935 issue:
Do not stand By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep-
I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with morning's hush, I am the swift, up-flinging rush Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand By my grave, and cry-
I am not there,
I did not die.
- Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:t4jwras3n3trecmnqf5rulew/bafkreiawkuwlemzkpq7l7rzepbnpbbqukrz7ehqzhqb4uyoyy7zdeix7tu)
