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Saturday, January 15, 2005 

e.e. cummings at it again

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
not 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

Man, this guy is good! This poem may take a few readings to really appreciate, but it is very worth it. The deepest secret that is the bud of the bud, the sky of the sky of a tree called life, yeah even the very wonder that is keeping the stars apart is that "i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)." Pure eloquence. He has the ability to take what we all feel and know, and place it before us on a platter covered with emotion and rimmed with smiles. He is good.