Friday, 11 October 2013

poetry post : i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

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 the 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)

E E Cummings

Sourced here

This was one of the pieces of poetry I studied for my English Literature A-level - yep, you're right, that was a while ago now, but I found after spending so long analysing the choice of every word and the positioning of every element of punctuation; the emphasis and the implications, things could have gone one way or the other by the time the exam was over - I was either going to love it, or completely the opposite.  This piece was in the first category, which is why I wanted to share it - poetry tends to be looked at as pretentious, elitist, dry - something forced on you in school.  Not something of beauty, words that rise and fall, images full of grace.  And now I sound pretentious.

I love it - it's that simple.  It's the final stanza - ' of the sky of a tree called life...' and '...this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart...'


Do you have a favourite poem?  Or a line from a book, or from a film that resonates deeply within you?  I'd love it if you'd share in the comments - pretty please!


  1. Can i have two? Have always loved this one by Tagore....

    I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with
    her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face
    and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst
    my sleep like a bubble.
    I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
    like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment
    she had a dream that rhymed with mine.

    And this one is a favourite...

    After a while you learn the subtle difference between
    holding a hand and chaining a soul.

    And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning,
    and company doesn’t always mean security.

    And you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts,
    and present's aren’t promises.

    And you begin to accept your defeats
    with your head up and your eyes ahead...

    With the grace of a woman,
    not the grief of a child.

    And you learn
    To build all your roads on today,

    Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
    and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

    After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
    if you get too much…

    So, you plant your own garden,
    and decorate your own soul...
    Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

    And you learn that you really can endure…
    you really are strong,
    you really do have worth.

    And you learn, and you learn…
    with every goodbye,

    You Learn…

    1. Thank you so much for sharing . . . such a thoughtful and sincere use of language - they are both lovely. The second is especially powerful - might have to print it out and put it up somewhere I can read it when I'm having a bad day! Thanks again - it's wonderful to connect with someone new!
      Take care

    2. I have the second one printed out and on my chalk board in my kitchen:-)

    3. I am a big copycat sitting on the doormat. It's up on the back of my kitchen door now! Thanks for bringing my attention to it!


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