A poem for hopeless romantics and lovers...

even though the lovers already have everything they need I suppose...

This one's by Edward Estlin 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 the 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 said, "If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little- somebody who is obsessed by Making."


There's more on Cummings on Garrison Keillor's Writers Almanac page.  It was the late authors' birthday on the 14th of October.  I think I read this poem to Ali once :))


http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2010/10/14


More poems on the way :)


Oh, and a completely unrelated photo!!  haha

weird. but cool shapes.

when the heck else am I 

ever

gonna post this photo?

probably never again

and yet

forever it will last

on interweb

:)