Help please..What poem has this ending?

Well I can surely vouch for the truth in this piece of
poetry - "It's always yourself that you find" no matter
WHERE you go, isn't it? I wish I could help, but I don't
hear any bells of recollection ringing, yet. My warmest
welcome to you, Nextone! I'm sure you will enjoy your
experience here. I know I have. Who knows, maybe
tomorrow, I'll wake up and remember something about
this line of poetry - or, if not, someone else will. At any
rate, it is good to meet you, and hope to see you around.
Babs

babsatamelia, Thanks for your welcoming words. You're right about not leaving home without yourself. I wonder about places where we become "better selves", or "other facet forward", thinking of the six sides of a die.

Nextone - welcome - I have searched for you, with no success - sorry!

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a your or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

-e.e. cummings

Here's a link to where I found it. If you'd like to know how I found it let me know. Welcome to A2K! and I love this poem...

Joe

http://www.therobertandjessicashow.com/poetry/eecummings.html#top

Joe Nation, Thank you! Four girls not three, tricks of memory.

"as small as a world and as large as alone" YES!

I would like to know how you found the poem and also if there is a site with the full text. I believe the poem begins "maggie and milly and molly and may"

OK, using title/first line found the full text on Google:

maggie and molly and milly and may

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves that we find in the sea

e.e.cummings

dlowan, Thanks for the welcome.

And thanks to Joe Nation the poem is here for us to enjoy.

e. e. cummings
Poems don't HAVE endings.

I love Goggle and the use of the AND and NOT in searching.
I went to Goggle and searched for

sea AND e.e. cummings

that brought up several sites with large numbers of his poems.
Then I clicked on Edit Find on this page
and put it sea

It was the poem with the sixth sea that was yours

and now it's ours
(meaning all of us)

including Codeborg

who reminds us of things we've never known
the vibrations of waves, the sea reading it's poem
your hand upon the small, round stone

CodeBorg,
What you said reminds me of Emily Dickinson's

A word is dead
When it is said
Some say
I say
It just begins to live
That day


Joe Nation, Appreciate your explanation and used the technique to find another poem incompletely remembered.

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