Thursday, April 14, 2011

i carry your heart, etc.

e e cummings is by far my favorite poet. if you've never sat down and read a book of his poems cover to cover then your missing out. i don't care if you're not an avid poetry reader, doesn't matter. his words are comparable to a current that pulls you in and swirls you around and out further and further until you're completely lost in the poem (in a good way). some of his poetry can be difficult to read and understand the first time, but once you become acquired to his style then i promise that you'll get sucked in, too. i couldn't choose just one, so these are my two favorite poems. although some of his poetry can be pretty provocative (but undeniably true) i think these poems are some of the most romantic works i have ever read. they're simple, yet beautiful. the language may be a bit flowery and it seems to be dripping with admiration, but sometimes i think we're all a bit sappy deep down. and, besides, who doesn't love a little romance in their lives? i know i do.
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) 

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)








since feeling is first
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
–the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis


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