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 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

This is  a poem filled with strangeness and beauty.  My friend Phyllis Young read it for her husband Dave on the three year anniversary of his death about a month ago.  I had the quiet honor of being with Phyllis on that day on the trip to the gravesite.  After spreading a blanket across the lush grass of the cemetery alongside Dave’s space she sat down,  folded her thin legs beneath her, pulled a folded paper from out of her pocket and began reading.


i carry your he…


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