Friday, 29 June 2007

Down by the River

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

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

E.E. Cummings

For some strange reason, there seems to be no official site on Cummings I could recommend. Nonetheless, I suggest you browse this one below as it seems to me it is a remarkable one

On Pre-raphaelites painters, aesthetes, etc. visit

This may do.

So why on earth should I mingle Ophelia and Cummings? Well, think about the desperate and profound love Ophelia felt for her dear Prince Hamlet and the echoes in some of Cumming's lines. In my humble opinion, Ophelia would have read Cummings, had she had the chance,...

No comments: