An e.e. cummings for my wawa on a friday

 

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I bought a second-hand e.e. cummings a few weeks ago and found a beautiful poem, which somehow seems an early glint* of the better known ‘i carry your heart’, which was published some eight years later in 1958. The first, hereforth, is untitled. It was published in 1950 in the volume ‘XAIPE’.

 

the great advantage of being alive
(instead of undying) is not so much
that mind no more can disprove than prove
what heart may feel and soul may touch
– the great (my darling) happens to be
that we are in we, that love are in we

 

and here is a secret they never will share
for whom create is less than have
or one times one than when times where –
that we are in love, that we are in love:
with us they’ve nothing times nothing to do
(for love are in we am in i are in you)

 

this world (as timorous itsters all
to call their cowardice quite agree)
shall never discover our touch and feel
– for love are in we are in love are in we;
for you are and i am and we are (above
and under all possible worlds) in love

 

a billion brains may coax undeath
from fancied fact and spaceful time –
no heart can leap, no soul can breathe
but by the sizeless truth of a dream
whose sleep is the sky and the earth and the sea.
for love are in you am in i are in we

 

So sweetly and wonderful. And this is his better known, later poem, 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 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)

 

 

 

 

 

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2 responses to “An e.e. cummings for my wawa on a friday

  1. Oh that is lovely…and luck wawa…hehehe…thanx yappa beautiful but by the sizeless truth of a dream
    whose sleep is the sky and the earth and the sea.
    for love are in you am in i are in we

  2. Whatever a moon has always meant, and whatever a sun will always sing is you dear wawa.

    Oh, and as regards an earlier conversation we had about Edward Estlin – I checked a few sources and there is no mention of him being anything but heterosexual – indeed, he was married three times!

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