Wednesday, September 14, 2011

i carry it in my heart

E.E. Cummings is the only poet I know that can manipulate the english language this beautifully. It's incredible.

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

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)


Audrey said...

absolutely beautiful. :)

Rebekah said...

I LOVE CUMMINGS! Well, sometimes. But you'd like "if everything happens that can't be done." Easily one of my favorite poems ever.