We have subscribed to Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac for several years. Every morning in our e-mail, there is a poem and interesting bits about authors born that day and important historical events. Sunday's poem was especially timely for me, so I thought I would share it.
I carry your heart with me (i carry it in . . . )
e.e. cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(I carry it in my heart)
I've always loved e.e. cummings. That is a lot for me to say, as I look at most poetry with a healthy helping of disdain. ;)
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