by: Aneasa Nugent

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) 41_a368620d5b.jpg

I go to this window just as day dissolves when it is twilight (and looking up in fear I see the new moon thinner than a hair) making me feel how myself has been coarse and dull compared with you, silently who are and cling to my mind always But now she sharpens and becomes crisper until i smile with knowing -and all about herself the sprouting largest final air plunges inward with hurled downward thousands of enormous dreams

“I Go to This Window” is a poem that E.E. Cummings wrote stating were he might feel warm and conformable going to let his feelings out. In this poem he saying that the night air and the moon is like his lover. He feels like he can go to this window at night and let all his emotions out and all his fear out, and the nights air will never judge him about any of his feelings. I go to this window just as day dissolves when it is twilight (and looking up in fear I see the new moon thinner than a hair) making me feel how myself has been coarse and dull compared with you, silently who are and cling to my mind always But now she sharpens and becomes crisper until i smile with knowing -and all about herself the sprouting largest final air plunges inward with hurled downward thousands of enormous dreams

Because I love you) last night clothed in sea lace appeared to me your mind drifting with chuckling rubbish of pearl weed coral and stones; lifted, and (before my eyes sinking) inward, fled; softly your face smile breasts gargled by death: drowned only again carefully through deepness to rise these your wrists thighs feet hands poising to again utterly disappear; rushing gently swiftly creeping through my dreams last night, all of your body with its spirit floated (clothed only in the tide's acute weaving murmur com/166/ _7 771df5ac5.jpg

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