you think to carry my heart?

i carry your heart with me

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(i carry it in my heart)

you think to carry my heart?

You told me, my love, that you’d carry my heart (within mine,
you said, I carry your heart with me – I carry it in my heart, you said),
that whatever you do, and wherever you go so will I (and oh how you smiled,
with your smug little smirk, so pleased of yourself that
your dimples could burst) and that I was your moon’s meanings and your sun’s singing – that I lit up
your world, (I was beautiful and your world, a beautiful world with a secret;
a petal hidden from view within the petal of the flower
that grew under the tree of life) and you did not once stop to wonder (and who can but wonder,
for no soul and no hope and no mind can restrain) if I was not enclosed in your heart,
trapped by your loving embrace as you carried my loves in your own
You did not stop to ask whether I wished to act as a world, empty for you to fill up
with your creatures (your words and your grasp and your suffocation of light)
You kept the stars apart with your wonder of the moon’s
meaningless glow (which you attributed to me, and how could you
but know that I need not the moon, nor the sun’s songs to shine me as bright as my own)
whatever that meant to you, I do not know (I do not think, I do not grow)
Ever my heart was in yours, my love,
in chains and constrained by the size of your heart
whatever was done to me was only your doing (for you carry my heart with you –
you carry it within your heart)

One thought on “you think to carry my heart?

  1. […] was my response to one of e.e. cumming’s poems, trying to mimic his style. You can read it here, if you like […]

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