From America with Love

we only live once, right?

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)

Penned by: Edward Estlin “E. E.” Cummings (or as he liked to write it: e e cummings), an American poet and essayist. He dabbled in the erotic genre (this/I like^).

Although Cummings could and did write traditionally styled verse including sonnets, much of his work did not conform to established poetic styles and structures. Cummings experimented radically with form, punctuation, spelling and syntax; and invented compound words to create a highly individualistic style of expression (this too I;m liking a lot).

Author: Anna Bidoonism

Poems, prose & literary analysis—this is who I am.

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