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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

If you're going to try, go all the way.

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Vowels

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y mi voz no te toca.

Emilie Halpern

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente, 
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca. 
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado 
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca. 
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma 
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía. 
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma, 
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía; 
Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante. 
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo. 
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza: 
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo. 
Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio 
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo. 
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada. 
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo. 
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente. 
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto. 
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan. 
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto. 

Emilie Halpern

Pablo Neruda

20 poemas de amor y una canción desesperada

may my heart always be open to little

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile




e. e. cummings

from Complete Poems 1904-1962.

Edward Estlin Cummings (October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962), popularly known as E. E. Cummings, with the abbreviated form of his name often written by others in all lowercase letters as e. e. cummings, was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. His body of work encompasses approximately 2,900 poems, an autobiographical novel, four plays and several essays, as well as numerous drawings and paintings. He is remembered as a preeminent voice of 20th century poetry, as well as one of the most popular.




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