This afternoon I have a really Romantic Poem for the weekend, being a Romantic myself I find this just so touching – I hope you enjoy it.
E. E. Cummings – Born October 14, 1894 – Cambridge, Massachusetts, US. Died September 3, 1962 – North Conway, Conway, New Hampshire, US. Cause of Death Stroke
“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)
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
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart.
Edward Estlin Cummings was raised in Massachusetts, his parents were very open-minded in raising their Son and encouraged him from an early age to write Poetry and keep a journal. He attended Harvard University, from which he received both a Bachelor’s Degree in 1915 and a Master’s Degree in 1916. At Harvard, Cummings was introduced to many forward-thinking Poets who greatly influenced his writing. His Poems were first published in Eight Harvard Poets an anthology in 1917.
In 1917 Cummings and a friend volunteered for the Norton-Harjes Ambulance Corps in France, during World War I. After a couple of months the two were taken prisoner for suspected spying and kept in an internment camp for four months.
Cummings’ poetry challenged and experimented with all conventions of traditional language. At times he did not use punctuation or complete words and often abandoned the use of capital letters.
I love the fact that E E Cummings was different in his writing, that it was not the “stuffy poetry” that in school you would learn. These Poets like E E Cummings challenge and although much unjustified criticism is placed upon them, they become popular with the only people that matter, the people that read all they write.
I have had my critics, and I do not claim my work is so good, I write what I feel I don’t write to offend. I may not put the comma or full stop in the right place and all the rest. Yes, I am a Romantic and animal lover and I make no apology for that, so you will read perhaps too many romantic and animal poems from me, I thank you for reading them.
I have recently been called “Simplistic”, I accept that my writing is perhaps that, but if that comment was meant for anything else, “you” wasted your time. As I stated earlier I write what I want, what I feel on that particular day, what has happened in my past and what’s left maybe my future.
I am drawn to those poets that received in their time so much vilification. Maybe they did not fit in, but those that read their poems and understood and loved them, stay loyal. The pompous so called experts probably don’t fully understand what writing from the heart means.
Thank you to those who have taken the time to read this today.