April is the cruellest month...

...or so T.S. Eliot would have us believe. I prefer to think of it as being puddle-wonderful. At any rate, it's National Poetry Month, which is most certainly a thing of beauty. Over the month I'm going to share some of my favorite poems, and I hope you'll do the same.

First up will be my most favorite poem by my most favorite poet- ee cummings. James gave me a hardback edition of cummings' complete works for Valentine's Day a few years back, and it's just lovely. As is this poem:

i carry your heart
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)