[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

This week’s poem is a love letter to all we have lost- to COVID, racism, climate change, and suicide. Tonight we lost Ruth Bader Ginsberg, breaking hearts across the nation and world.

Poet e. e. cummings broke all the laws of grammar and syntax to represent the things he most deeply thought and felt. His aesthetic tells us: you can make meaning out of chaos. Not only meaning, but also something beautiful and timeless, particularly if we remain true to what we think and feel. We must continue our creative and important lives.

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[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

BY 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 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)