Wednesday, June 23, 2010

I Carry Your Heart

The following poem encompasses my feeling about both my chidlren, and the ones still to come. It hangs, framed, in Jack's bedroom, it has a place on Sybella's shrine, and I read it at her funeral.

I Carry Your Heart (I carry it in my heart)

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 with me (I carry it in my heart)

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