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under the heading of "asleep" did not necessarily happen 

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gee i like to think of dead it means nearer because deeper
firmer since darker than little round water at one end of
the well  it's too cool to be crooked and it's too firm to be
hard but it's sharp and thick and it loves,  every old thing
falls in rosebugs and jackknives and kittens and pennies
they all sit there looking at each other having the fastest
time because they've never met before

dead's more even than how many ways of sitting on your
head your unnatural hair has in the morning

dead's clever too like POF goes the alarm off and the little
striker having the best time tickling away everybody's
brain so everybody just puts out their finger and they stuff
the poor thing all full of fingers

dead has a smile like the nicest man you've never met who
maybe winks at you in a streetcar and you pretend you
don't but really you do see and you are My how glad he
winked and hope he'll do it again

or if it talks about you somewhere behind your back it
makes your neck feel pleasant and stoopid  and if dead
says may i have this one and was never introduced you say
Yes because you know you want it to dance with you and
it wants to and it can dance and Whocares

dead's fine like hands do you see that water flowerpots in
windows but they live higher in their house than you so
that's all you see but you don't want to

dead's happy like the way underclothes All so differently
solemn and inti and sitting on one string

dead never says my dear,Time for your musiclesson and
you like music and to have somebody play who can but
you know you never can and why have to?

dead's nice like a dance where you danced simple hours
and you take all your prickly-clothes off and squeeze-
into-largeness without one word  and you lie still as
anything  in largeness and this largeness begins to give
you,the dance all over again and you,feel all again all over
the way men you liked made you feel when they touched
you(but that's not all)because largeness tells you so you
can feel what you made,men feel when,you touched,them

dead's sorry like a thistlefluff-thing which goes landing
away all by himself on somebody's roof or something
where who-ever-heard-of-growing and nobody expects
you to anyway

dead says come with me he says(andwhyevernot)into the
round well and see the kitten and the penny and the
jackknife and the rosebug
                         and you say Sure you say
(like that)  sure i'll come with you you say for i like
kittens i do and jackknives i do and pennies i do and
rosebugs i do

-e. e. cummings




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