Sunday, April 17, 2016

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

Apparently I missed April 16 last year, too, and the 15th the year before that, so there's definitely a pattern to my poetry month planning. Ooops. An old favorite, today, since there hasn't been any e. e. cummings around here in awhile:

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)

—e. e. cummings (1894-1962), "i carry your heart with me," 1952.

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