in spite of everything <br />which breathes and moves,since Doom <br />(with white longest hands <br />neatening each crease) <br />will smooth entirely our minds <br />-before leaving my room <br />i turn,and(stooping <br />through the morning)kiss <br />this pillow,dear <br />where our heads lived and were.<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-spite-of-everything-2/
