I think you will know this poem.
That shouldn’t make it any less new or remarkable.
For me, it deepens each time I read it or say it aloud.
It was sent to me on the road by a radiant ex-student.
Radiant is not a word I use lightly.
I carried the poem in my heart and it carried me on its words.
Today has been a day when I have felt carried – by friends, family, interviewers and publicists. By love…
And I am grateful.
But e.e. cummings says it best…
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 can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
Yes I do.
Thank you Geri. x
A housekeeping PS…
I loved my interviews today. Surprised by joy. And tears.
And if you want to see the evolving gallery of my book’s new friends, click on the Facebook icon on the top right. Even if you are not a Facebooker, I’m told you can see. x