quote of however-long-I-feel-like:

Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things - trees and grass and sun and moon and stars.

Suppose we have.

Then all I can say is that, in any case, the made - up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones.

-Puddleglum, The Silver Chair

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

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)
-e.e. cummings
I am very much loving this poem. Also, Mary from work burned me a cd, and now I have a bunch of new favorite bands: 

The Weepies - *stars*

Rilo Kiley- *we'll never sleep*

The Cardigans- *you're the storm*

Camera Obscura- *country mile*

Eisley- *one day i slowly floated away*

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