Friday, October 24, 2008

life and love and stuff


To the cynical, and I count myself in that demographic ordinarily, the following will probably invoke some nausea. 

In countenance to my cynicism, I am a die hard romantic. 

Quite some time ago, late one night, and shortly after the first declarations of love were made,the boy rang me and read me this poem...

  
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 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)

ee cummings


I have one wish.  That no matter what life throws at me (and there has been some clangers), I always, always, want to believe in the joy I felt at that moment.    

Maybe the secret to a happy life is appreciating, in isolation, the joy of all these individual little things that happen along the way.  Free of any expectations that life will continue on the merry path of wonderfulness until the ever after.  

Plus, there is always the thrill of anticipation of never knowing when it might happen again.  

3 comments:

Catastrophe Waitress said...

sometimes i try cynical
but i'm pants at it.
i can do a cynical face
but inside
i'm like warm melty marshmallow.

that's a lovely gift
the gift of poetry
and that your man felt you inspired those feelings inside him.

and a lovely sentiment expressed by you, La Femme, at the end there.
thanks for sharing.

Fusion said...

I love that poem, the only one I've posted on my blog as well.

Do you know it inspired Paul Kelly to write a song based on it? On his last album.

Very nice post La Femme.
But you're way too young to be a cynic, that's not suppose to happen till you're old and tired.

Wait. What? said...

I rather enjoy ee cummings stuff, but I agree with fusion - hopefully your cynic days are short - wait for teh wrinkels and grey hair before holding on to tightly to that!

cat