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
I have the end of that poem in a frame on a shelf near Charlotte's space in our living room. It was given to me on my first Mother's Day without her, by complete strangers, as an act of love and kindess that I will never forget. It also happened to come from the only mom-blog I continued to follow after she died. Here's their post about it (http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/i-carry-your-heart.html). Amazing how strangers can do the "right" thing when so many people IRL can't seem to figure it out, huh?
ReplyDeleteExactly what I'd choose too. I LOVE that poem so much.
ReplyDeleteI have never heard of that poem before but it's beautiful, my favourite is 'what the caterpillar perceives to be the end to the butterfly is only the begining'
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