i carry your trowel with me(i carry it in
my hand)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my block; and whatever is laid
by only me is your doing,my block)
i fear
no wall(for you are my wall,my block)i want
no wood(for rickety you are my wood,my rot)
and it's you are whatever a lunar base always cement
and whatever a solar wind will always fire this block
here is the deepest mortar nobody sees
(deep in the wall of the mall and the wall of Wal-mart
and the rows of the Lowe's of an aisle called block;which builds
higher than the code can hope or mine can hod)
and this is the mortar that's keeping the blocks apart
i carry your trowel(i carry it in my hand)
my hand)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my block; and whatever is laid
by only me is your doing,my block)
i fear
no wall(for you are my wall,my block)i want
no wood(for rickety you are my wood,my rot)
and it's you are whatever a lunar base always cement
and whatever a solar wind will always fire this block
here is the deepest mortar nobody sees
(deep in the wall of the mall and the wall of Wal-mart
and the rows of the Lowe's of an aisle called block;which builds
higher than the code can hope or mine can hod)
and this is the mortar that's keeping the blocks apart
i carry your trowel(i carry it in my hand)
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
ReplyDeleteBY E. E. CUMMINGS
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)