“i carry your heart with me” by e.e. 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)
I really do like this love poem. Apparently, i am not the only one: It has been (ab)used for so many Hollywood movies and weddings during the recent years, i thought it had lost some of its charm when I first re-encountered it in a collection of e.e. cumming’s poems. Can poems be worn out? Well, now that I am thinking about it: The really good ones don’t. And this is one of them. Awh.
