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I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/if-you-forget-me/
I Don't Remember... I don't remember, any more, The exact shape of your hands As I held them in mine, Caressed them, Memorized the length of your fingers, The depth of your calluses. http://hellopoetry.com/poem/i-dont-remember/

I Don't Remember... by Ash L Bennett

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

Jabberwocky

http://www.fourmilab.ch/etexts/www/carroll/jabberwocky.html
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Variation On the Word Sleep

http://www.cs.berkeley.edu/~richie/poetry/html/poem190.html