I walked over to the printer in the library and in one of the printers was a piece of paper that read:
i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it
I struggled to remember how I knew these words. Somehow I knew the words which followed ...
Then I remembered my love for 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)
So, thank you to whoever left that little piece of paper in the printer. I have been able to avoid studying Soviet history for an hour or so.
