I carry your heart with me

Long ago and far away, I fancied myself a poet. Yes, it's true! Then, I was blessed enough to be given the opportunity to study some of the great poets throughout history, and I let go of the arrogance of my youth.

The list of my favourite poets is looooooooong and varied - and would probably surprise most of you - and usually ee cummings is not one that springs immediately to mind. However, over the past few weeks, this following poem has been repeating itself over and over in my heart. So, call this a Poetry Sunday contribution:

i carry your heart with me

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)

ee cummings