Carry your heart

Jag är inte speciellt kulturell av mig. Inte alls faktiskt. Jag tycker konst är konstigt för det mesta. Jag spelar piano men är inte särskilt intresserad av musik. MEN, jag bara måste lägga upp de här dikterna. Jag hörde de först i filmen I hennes skor och jag älskar dem. Jag brukar googla dem då och då och sitta och stirra på dem hur länge som helst. Speciellt I carry your heart, jag vet inte vad det är med den, men jag tycker den är så fin och bra och vacker osvosv. Den dagen jag gifter mig vill jag höra den, eller själv läsa den när någon av mina närmsta vänner gifter sig.
 
I carry your heart with me, E.E. Cummings
 
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)
 

One Art, Elizabeth Bishop
 
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
 
 


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