“Deeper meaning resides in the fairy tales told me in my childhood than any truth that is taught in life.”

FRIEDRICH SCHILLER

Happy Birthday E.E. Cummings

To celebrate this great American writer, I’m sharing one of my favorite poems of his.

We should regularly revisit and share the works of writers who have woven our cultural fabric, before the woke mob cancels them!

Edward Estlin Cummings born in Cambridge, Massachusetts on October 14th, 1894

i carry your heart with me

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)