Friday, February 06, 2009
For my best friend, Atticus:
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)
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
(read the rest here, at the Poetry Foundation.)
The roundup for Poetry Friday is at Wild Rose Reader this week.
Posted by Karen Edmisten at 8:29 AM
Labels: Atticus, poetry, poetry friday
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Lovely. Simply beautiful. Thank you, Karen.
Cummings writes the best love poetry ever. Thank you so much for the swoon fest . . . sigh.
If someone had written that to me, I don't care who he is, what he does, and how he looks, I'd be rendered jello.
This has always been one of my favorite poems. You must hear it set to music by Michael Hedges, with Crosby & Nash doing backing vocals. I guarantee tears. :)
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