Monday, October 08, 2007
always with me
You've got to love a plant that you simply put in the corner, water occasionally, never feed, and every year you get something like this. A lot of the time it looks like it's thinking about turning up its toes, with leaves turning brown and shrivelling up and the little bulbs doing the same, but always, just in time for spring, it does this. Say hi to my orchid!
Now, I don't mean to be mistreating you by not putting up a lot of posts, but I've been into a little writing project of my own, which is still underway and has been soaking up a lot of time.
So, I'll post a little poem by E. E. Cummings that I've recently had cause to revisit. It's not my favourite, John Donne has written that one, but is nonetheless a lovely verse, brimming with deeper meaning.
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)
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)