A Poem on Romance & Its Flare

In my Journalism class today, my advisor presented a poem by Cummings named “since feeling is first“, and it reminded me of how he effortlessly shares human experiences, even when there are no words to truly describe them. Here is my long-time favorite by the master himself:

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] / 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 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)