i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

ee cummings writes. I have a strong conviction this is not about eros but agape

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)

The little horse is newlY

ee cummings - stranGe beautY of BEGinningS

the little horse is newlY

Born)he knows nothing,and feels everything;all around whom is

perfectly a strange ness(Of sun light and of fragrance and of

Singing)is ev erywhere(a welcom ing dream:is amazing) a worlD.and in

this world lies:smoothbeautifuL ly folded;a(brea thing a gro

Wing)silence,who; is:somE

oNe.