(no subject)
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 apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
-ee cummings
always this poem- i wish i weren't so typical, it never fails to make me reconcile with romance and love again, even after musing over how amazing wild mindless sex with strangers might be. cummings had three wives though, which forces me to see love beyond traditional frames like marriage, one love ideologies, but accept that it can happen multiple times (although that is so unromantic) and be powerful and worthy even if it's fleeting, distant, unrequited, young, misperceived, mistaken.
great love is so often measured by sacrifice. why should non-sacrificial love be excluded, so long as it exists? my contention is that it is even measured and scrutinized. i was once offended by a friend who classified my love as 'conditional' (and i believe she also said imperfect and 'not love') because i said i would never forgive a cheat, and would never take him back or be able to love him because the love would never be whole again. likewise i was disgusted by another's simplification of love as the pronouncement of marriage. i could understand the viewpoint but i did not understand why this was being imposed on me, when i believe that love does not have to be limited to a definition, (assumed) permanence, a social contract or something recognized by God. this idea that love- my love, my capability for love, perhaps, was being measured or judged by another individual, it is thoroughly offensive and invasive. i don't and wouldn't label a cheat a second-class citizen (however i would not love them as a partner because cheating disagrees with my beliefs), for so many reasons and in so many circumstances they are not, but i expect the same respect for my sensibilities and idea of love.
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 apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
-ee cummings
always this poem- i wish i weren't so typical, it never fails to make me reconcile with romance and love again, even after musing over how amazing wild mindless sex with strangers might be. cummings had three wives though, which forces me to see love beyond traditional frames like marriage, one love ideologies, but accept that it can happen multiple times (although that is so unromantic) and be powerful and worthy even if it's fleeting, distant, unrequited, young, misperceived, mistaken.
great love is so often measured by sacrifice. why should non-sacrificial love be excluded, so long as it exists? my contention is that it is even measured and scrutinized. i was once offended by a friend who classified my love as 'conditional' (and i believe she also said imperfect and 'not love') because i said i would never forgive a cheat, and would never take him back or be able to love him because the love would never be whole again. likewise i was disgusted by another's simplification of love as the pronouncement of marriage. i could understand the viewpoint but i did not understand why this was being imposed on me, when i believe that love does not have to be limited to a definition, (assumed) permanence, a social contract or something recognized by God. this idea that love- my love, my capability for love, perhaps, was being measured or judged by another individual, it is thoroughly offensive and invasive. i don't and wouldn't label a cheat a second-class citizen (however i would not love them as a partner because cheating disagrees with my beliefs), for so many reasons and in so many circumstances they are not, but i expect the same respect for my sensibilities and idea of love.