søndag den 22. marts 2015

[snak] et digt om kærlighed

I dag fylder min smukke, kloge, hjertevarme storesøster tredive år. Der har været en del 
hårde år i min familie, så jeg følte at det var vigtigt at skrive nogle ord til hende. Hun fik et
mashup af mig af dette E. E. Cummings digt. Mashuppet er hendes, men jeg vil gerne dele
Cummings' digt fra 1952 med jer. Det beskriver kærlighed så smukt.






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)










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