You Are Tired (I Think) by E.E. Cummings

Today, I am sharing a poem by E. E. Cummings with you. Many times during the year I think about this poem. It describes my feelings so accurately, especially now at the end of the semester with final exams ahead. If you are feeling tired, you should know that being tired is temporary. If you are not tired, I hope you enjoy this poem, anyway.

Ps: I really like the ending because it leaves me with some sort of hope.

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;

Tired of things that break, and—

Just tired.

So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,

And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of 

your heart—

Open to me!

For I will show you the places Nobody knows,

And, if you like,

The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!

I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,

That floats forever and a day;

I'll sing you the jacinth song

Of the probable stars;

I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,

Until I find the Only Flower,

Which shall keep (I think) your little heart

While the moon comes out of the sea.