in which there are 73 days, and a poem

I don't celebrate Valentine's Day, but this year being so far from home all this V-Day fuss makes me homesick and sad, reminding me of how much I am missing Sam. A small nod from mr. cummings, who makes me very happy.

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

  One thought on “in which there are 73 days, and a poem

  1. layne
    February 21, 2009 at 6:47 am

    oh, I love that poem.

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