Today I am sharing with you a poem I posted almost
exactly 6 years ago. I hope you enjoy
it. The poet was e e cummings – his
schtick was not using capital letters at all.
But putting that aside, I think it is a good pome.
i carry your heart with me
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 with me (i carry it in my
heart)
I like it a lot.
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