E.E Cummings

Den finaste dikten av de alla

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 )

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