the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

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 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)

~e. e. cummings


Like many of us, I first discovered e. e. cummings when I was a student. One summer he was my library love. I would walk through the quiet and beautiful campus, mostly empty of students, and make my way up the sweep of lawn to the red brick library on the hill. There, I would search for everything I could find that he wrote and every biography about him. I enjoyed the black and white photographs in some of the books. One picture stayed with me. It was a picture of him and a woman, tousled and smiling, at their summer home. He had named it "Joy Farm".

I think that is so romantic.

Here's wishing we all find a little romance in our hearts this weekend ;-)