i just finished my last major paper of my undergraduate career. it feels pretty good. i've passed over a significant bump and now i can move onto the rest of my work which is yet to be completed. "i am so over this semester" is my quote these days.
my paper was over this poem which in my opinion is the most romantic poem in the world. (someone gave it to me once, but it has a different meaning to me now)
[i carry your heart]
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)
-e.e. cummings
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
indeed beautiful.
believe it or not, posts like the most recent one is redeeming me from the struggle of which you speak. it's just a matter of writing everything on your mind exactly as it comes out. then going back to edit it later.
but seriously, i know what you mean. i've been there, and i return there every once in a while.
Post a Comment