But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And I 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.
— E.E. Cummings, from “You Are Tired (I Think),” Etcetera: The Unpublished Poems. (Liveright; Sue) edition, February 5, 2001) Originally published 1983.