forgetting me, remember me

At the end of a day full of bitter-sweet memories you want to forget and remember, an old fave.

Because the goal of living is to contradict ourselves.

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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


   --e. e. cummings


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