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I Carry Your Heart With Me

The poem, “i carry your heart with me,” by E. E. Cummings has been a favorite love poem and a favorite selection at weddings for many years. The poem has gained renewed interest since being featured in the film, “In Her Shoes.” It is used with devastating effect in the film’s climactic wedding scene and again to close the movie. Countless fans have been inspired to review the touching words of “i carry your heart with me.”

The Poet

E. E. Cummings was born Edward Estlin Cummings in 1894 in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He died in North Conway, N.H., in 1962. Cummings earned a B.A. degree from Harvard in 1915 and delivered the Commencement Address that year, titled “The New Art.” A year later he earned an M.A. degree for English and Classical Studies, also from Harvard.

Cummings joined an ambulance corps with the American Red Cross in France during World War I. The French imprisoned him on suspicion of disloyalty, a false accusation that put Cummings in prison for three months. He wrote the novel, The Enormous Room, about his experience. Many of Cummings’ writings have an anti-war message.

Cummings was a fine artist, playwright and novelist. He studied art in Paris following World War I and he adopted a cubist style in his artwork. He considered himself as much a painter as a poet, spending much of the day painting and much of the night writing. Cummings particularly admired the artwork of Pablo Picasso. Cummings’ understanding of presentation can be seen in his use of typography to “paint a picture” with words in some of his poems.

During his lifetime Cummings wrote over 900 poems, two novels, four plays, and had at least a half dozen showings of his artwork.

Contrary to popular opinion Cummings never legalized his name as, “e.e. cummings.” His name properly should be capitalized.

The Poem

E. E. Cummings’ poetry style is unique and highly visual. His typographical independence was an experiment in punctuation, spelling and rule-breaking. His style forces a certain rhythm into the poem when read aloud. His language is simple and his poems become fun and playful.

Cummings’ poem, “i carry your heart with me,” is about deep, profound love, the kind that can keep the stars apart and that can transcend the soul or the mind. The poem is easily read, easily spoken, and easily understood by people of all ages.
The poem could almost be called a sonnet. It has nearly the right number of lines in nearly the right combination. But, typical of a Cummings poem, it goes its own direction and does so with great effect.

The poem makes an excellent love song when set to music. The outstanding guitarist, Michael Hedges, has set “i carry your heart” to music on his “Taproot” album. Hedges himself sings the lead, but the backing vocals are sung by David Crosby and Graham Nash.

More than 168 of Cummings’ original poems have been set to music.

Enjoy the words and the sentiments of this famous poem.

i carry your heart with me

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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I Carry Your Heart With Me

The poem, “i carry your heart with me,” by E. E. Cummings has been a favorite love poem and a favorite selection at weddings for many years. The poem has gained renewed interest since being featured in the film, “In Her Shoes.” It is used with devastating effect in the film’s climactic wedding scene and again to close the movie. Countless fans have been inspired to review the touching words of “i carry your heart with me.”

The Poet

Broken Heart Poems

E. E. Cummings was born Edward Estlin Cummings in 1894 in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He died in North Conway, N.H., in 1962. Cummings earned a B.A. degree from Harvard in 1915 and delivered the Commencement Address that year, titled “The New Art.” A year later he earned an M.A. degree for English and Classical Studies, also from Harvard.

Cummings joined an ambulance corps with the American Red Cross in France during World War I. The French imprisoned him on suspicion of disloyalty, a false accusation that put Cummings in prison for three months. He wrote the novel, The Enormous Room, about his experience. Many of Cummings’ writings have an anti-war message.

Cummings was a fine artist, playwright and novelist. He studied art in Paris following World War I and he adopted a cubist style in his artwork. He considered himself as much a painter as a poet, spending much of the day painting and much of the night writing. Cummings particularly admired the artwork of Pablo Picasso. Cummings’ understanding of presentation can be seen in his use of typography to “paint a picture” with words in some of his poems.

During his lifetime Cummings wrote over 900 poems, two novels, four plays, and had at least a half dozen showings of his artwork.

Contrary to popular opinion Cummings never legalized his name as, “e.e. cummings.” His name properly should be capitalized.

The Poem

E. E. Cummings’ poetry style is unique and highly visual. His typographical independence was an experiment in punctuation, spelling and rule-breaking. His style forces a certain rhythm into the poem when read aloud. His language is simple and his poems become fun and playful.

Cummings’ poem, “i carry your heart with me,” is about deep, profound love, the kind that can keep the stars apart and that can transcend the soul or the mind. The poem is easily read, easily spoken, and easily understood by people of all ages.
The poem could almost be called a sonnet. It has nearly the right number of lines in nearly the right combination. But, typical of a Cummings poem, it goes its own direction and does so with great effect.

The poem makes an excellent love song when set to music. The outstanding guitarist, Michael Hedges, has set “i carry your heart” to music on his “Taproot” album. Hedges himself sings the lead, but the backing vocals are sung by David Crosby and Graham Nash.

More than 168 of Cummings’ original poems have been set to music.

Enjoy the words and the sentiments of this famous poem.

i carry your heart with me

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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How To Write a Good Poem

What constitutes good poetry differs from person to person, and what one reader might enjoy, another will not. Judging a good poem is very subjective. Basically, this means there is no way to truly determine what ‘good’ poetry is, but there is a way to tell if poetry is ‘bad.’Poetry, more than any other type of writing, is usually very personal or emotional. Because of this, readers will like poetry with which they can feel a personal or emotional connection and probably won’t like poetry with which they cannot connect. Just because someone can’t relate to the emotion of a poem doesn’t mean the poem is bad, and just because some can relate to a poem doesn’t necessarily mean it is good. Like I said, it’s very subjective.

The first thing you most know about poetry is that there is no set of ‘rules’ for poetry. While there are some guidelines for certain types of poetry, such as a haiku (which is written in seventeen-syllable verse form, arranged in three lines of five, seven and five syllables), most poetry tends to be free verse. Some of it rhymes and some of it doesn’t, and that’s okay!

When writing poetry, avoid using all caps or toggling between upper and lower case. This does nothing to appeal to the reader and actually detracts from the visual imagery your words are supposed to convey.

Using phrases such as “Undying love” or “I love you more than words can say” are cliché, and honestly, unoriginal. We’ve heard these tired lines over and over. Plus, there’s nothing worse than reading “I love you more than words can say…” but then to go on and read three pages of a poem where words are saying how much love is there. If words can’t express love, then why write the poem in the first place?

Avoid over and under use of punctuation. I have seen a lot of poems that have no punctuation at all, which makes it difficult to read and pause while reading. I’ve also seen poetry that has an over-abundance of punctuation, which causes the poetry to be choppy and hard to read it with any type of flow.

Don’t misspell words. Edit your poetry, proof it, read it out loud like your reader would read it, not like you think you have written it. Poor spelling or misuse of words will detract from the emotion of your poetry.

When writing poetry, esoteric poetry is great, as long as the reader can get a sense of what you mean or can connect and find a meaning all their own. A poem that makes no sense and leaves the reader wondering, “What was that about?” is truly not good poetry. The reader doesn’t have to understand it from your point of view, but they need to be able to feel something or understand it from their point of view.

Fresh imagery, visual imagery, or emotive conveyance – you want your reader to see something they have never seen when reading other poetry. You want your reader to be able to visualize your poem, in full living color – see it, feel it, or even for the moment to live it, and you want to do it in a way that others have not done it many times before. Poetry that fails to do this is simply not good poetry.

Take a look at how the poem looks on the page. Are there some lines that linger out longer than others? Does it look choppy or have a weird flow to the lines of the poem? In fiction or non fiction writing, how the words appear on the page is pretty much standard, but in poetry, how the lines flow, the ‘shape’ of the poem is sometimes as important as the poem itself.

Think about how the words flow, the meter and rhythm of the cadence. Does it have a beat, a pulse, a pattern? It’s not required, but when you read it, does it flow well? Read your poem out loud and see if your voice rises and falls naturally with a good ebb and flow.

Good poetry does not have to rhyme, however, if you do rhyme your words, don’t stretch too far to try to make them rhyme. For example, if one would have to change the standard pronunciation of a word in order to make it rhyme, this is not good poetry – with the exception of humor poetry, which sometimes forces rhyming as part of the very humor of the poem itself.

Use the proper words and meanings. Just because a word sounds interesting or rhymes with another word, that doesn’t mean it’s okay to use it if the meaning of the word doesn’t fit with what is being said. After all, poetry is more about the meaning than about the reading of it – a word may sound good, but if the poem makes no sense, who cares? Get yourself a good synonym finder online or a good thesaurus and look up interesting or even archaic words that mean what you want to say, but never throw a word in there just because it sounds good if the meaning is skewed. Again, humor poetry is an exception, and sometimes using words intentionally incorrectly might be the point of the poem if it is meant to be humorous. I adore ‘play on words’ poetry.

Human beings like twists. We don’t always want to know what is going to happen next. Poetry is a story in verse form, and it should have a ‘plot’ of some sort that we can see. Use irony, metaphors, analogies – tell us a story, and let us be sucked into it. Make your poem a condensed short story and give us a good ending to our short word journey.

Okay, after all I’ve said, this one will seem to contradict – emotion isn’t enough! I know, I have said over and over to be emotive and make us feel something, but truth is, your raw emotion is not something with which I can connect. Write your poem based in and infused in your emotion, but do it in such a way that I can feel that emotion too.

Oscar Wilde once said, “All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.”

Emotion is good, but poetry needs words to convey the emotion, and you should choose the words and the meter and style that fits the emotion you want to convey to the reader of your poem.

Emotion isn’t only sorrow or love or grief… happiness and elation are emotions too. Humor is a great way to convey emotions to the readers of your poetry. When you are stuck on a poem, try taking a break and write about an opposite emotion instead – be silly, be funny, and the person who reads your poem can have an emotional connection to that too. Good poetry doesn’t have to be esoteric and morose.

In the end, good poetry is the poem that makes you feel something… it will make you think, respond emotionally, laugh, cry, get angry – but FEEL something. If a poem fails to evoke emotion in a reader, then it is a bad poem. If a poem cannot be understood or the reader cannot connect to it in some way, then it is a bad poem.

And lastly, don’t write poetry just for yourself. Some of the best poems ever written were written by the poet for someone else. Learn to write for you as well as for other people who will read your poetry. Spark emotion in them, make them laugh, smile, cry or scream – and if you do, that is how you know you have written a good poem.

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From Tehran to Damascus

There are kings in the lands I speak of, and their gods have hoofs and brutish brows, for they and they love there traitorous hours—with root steel teeth, and fed on blood, a hundred hands they cut off to get their way, and lead their nations down the road of nothingness—to Hell’s pale grave.

Downward starts their road, and shapes of death, to and fro they go restless, yet not told: are the horrors and despair they will inflict, infest, and toss to the air, and then again, one can see ages of tears, lips wailing, waiting; come–thee, the world should know by now, Tehran to Damascus is crouched in the shadows, ages of tears will come from thee, the world should know by now, you will never be content—content with less than all.

You are the fangs of the hoofed-gods, thy boastful foe; the world’s blood is like honey to you…talk no more for you lean blindly on Allah, and think He is your burden, and squeeze Him into your dark soul (perhaps He is like you, if so, if He be as boastful, who then is the God of love?).

Alas, the coming bliss of certain doom, fates demand you will sleep before you outwit the Jew, and heaven be no refuge for the wolf you are—; yet I fear, should man delay, it will be his sad day: to your glory.

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Duck Dinner – Entertain Your Guests With A Duck Hunting

Duck hunting has been popular for centuries and is considered a very exciting and rewarding hunt. The avid hunter will spend weeks preparing for the upcoming season. Between training bird dogs, checking gear, purchasing new equipment, and practicing the duck call, duck hunting becomes a passion, not just a seasonal hobby. The duck hunter who enjoys duck season spends his time and money on the basics; a shotgun, camouflage clothing, and perhaps a duck call, but the hunter who devotes his life to the sport spends his off-season in preparation for his next chance at the hunt. The avid duck hunter will invest in a duck boat, decoys, dogs, and blinds, and even when he’s not actively preparing for next season, he’s thinking about it. Wonderful stories exist of regal kings and their courts sitting around a lavish dinner of duck and goose. The king’s fool stands and says a few words about the feast and the group then digs in to feast. Duck hunting is a long tradition enjoyed throughout history and throughout the world.

For the passionate duck hunter waiting to engage in his sport, he finds many ways to occupy his time. There are dozens of items available, such as books, games, collectibles, decorative items, decoys, recipes, and even creative writing all devoted to his favorite fowl. For the hunter looking to entertain his guests with a dinner of duck and a poem as in the tradition of kings and courts long past, there are many different options:

- A duck hunting poem about the love of the hunt.
- A humorous poem about the rigors of hunting.
- A poem about the beauty of ducks.

Along with the poem, a hunter must find his favorite recipe for wild duck. While there are many available, here is one option:

Tame Rice and Wild Duck

- 1 wild duck, cleaned and ready to cook
- 2 cups minute rice
- 2 cups duck stock
- 1 onion, chopped
- 1½ teaspoons salt
- 1 teaspoon pepper
- 1/8 teaspoon red pepper (optional)

Instructions:

Place the wild duck in a 4-quart pot and cover with water. Add the onion, salt, pepper and any other preferred seasonings, and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and slow cook for 1½ hours. Remove the duck and place it on a warm platter.

Bring two cups of reserved stock to a boil; water may be added if necessary to round out the measurement. Add the minute rice to boiling stock, cover, and let stand twenty minutes. Place the fluffed rice around the duck and garnish with parsley.

Makes three to four servings.

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Funeral Poem to Remember Deceased Loved Ones

How can an inspiring funeral poem help bring peace of mind and heart after a sudden death or loss of a loved one? Many people are very concerned with the fate and destiny of the deceased loved one. Often, fears arise about what happens after death and what may happen to our loved one. Is she safe? Is he happy? Will we ever meet or see or be with each other again?

Christians believe in eternal life with God. That belief is based upon an earthly life united with Jesus Christ which does not end when the body dies. The resurrection of Jesus from the dead destroyed death and opened the door to heaven for His followers. Even though a physical body dies, those who believe in Jesus have a strong conviction of hope that God will bring a dead person into a new existence of love and peace. Using a funeral poem to recall that a person is at home with God brings comfort when a loved one dies.

Funeral services offer a family and friends the chance to gather together in mutual support after the death of a loved one. Often, in the funeral parlor of a funeral home, the remains of a physical body of a loved one is present. Many families choose to use a casket to carry the body of their deceased loved one. Others choose a direct cremation option. Some Christians desire burial of the ashes, or placement in a mausoleum which honors the physical body and respects that one day it will be made new. Depending on the condition of the departed body, face-to-face mourning during a visitation is a positive step.

Memorial poems written by friends or families can help work through the grieving process. Funeral homes and churches may have stock poems that you can use to remember a deceased loved one. Religious good stores and websites offer comforting funeral memorial poems about life and death, and life after death. A family funeral can distribute and use these cards as part of the funeral service, as a reminder of the deceased loved one, or a small remembrance area at home.

Making funeral arrangements is often a difficult task. You are missing the presence of a loved one and the shock, grief and loss can be overwhelming. There are many decisions to make at the time of the funeral, including the religious services, the burial, the wake, contacting family and friends, writing and publishing an obituary, and many other details.

Long after the funeral flowers have faded and the services are over, the grieving process will continue. It is during those times that the help of community through a support group, church, friends and neighbors will be important. Family and friends can make a big difference sharing stories of a departed loved one’s life. Tell different episodes that were funny, touching moments and special times when you felt very close and connected. Keeping a treasury of inspirational memorial poems is soothing.

Death does not end the connection with deceased loved ones; it merely changes how you connect through love, faith and hope. An inspirational funeral poem can help ease the pain of loss and eventually bring joy by remembering there is a connection with your deceased loved ones.

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The Keeper of the Dungeon

The Dark, damp, deep dungeons
(Underneath the castle grounds)
Where freedom has no sunlight
This dark palace,
Is where the cadaverous dungeon keeper resides?
Where death filters its way into, this dungeon’s stonewalls:
Here, upon your arrival, hate—with mortar mixed tortures
Fester about; infinite, horrid decaying bones separated from flesh
Paralyzed human spirits—live…(the Keeper’s clientele)
Live in a lifetime of hideous silence.
Here, all cease to speak, blinded and stripped
Raiment’s, just muffled echoes—
In these Dark, damp, deep dungeons
(Underneath the castle grounds)
Where freedom has no sunlight
Where death filters its way into this dungeon’s stonewalls.
Here all will forget ones original name, after time
And all carry their own chains [no crosses allowed]:
Contemplate propositions once made—now too late.

It was this demonic beast, Opiel: keeper of the dungeon
(Once keeper of Hell’s gates)
That broke the silence seized the arms of each human being
Grabbed some by the nostrils
Dragged them disquietingly
Across the stone floors, in utter darkness;
In silence, darkness, solitude, who could stop him?
Motionless they all stood…!

“You are all my guests,” he laughed
His echo was like a pack of rats.
(No future, only madness.)

Dungeon walls speak: blank, dark secrets:
They have unconquerable spirits,
Impending footsteps, no fatigue,
Cold and slimy bodies; these walls have feet,
Instinctively they groan, wiggle about,
As if their thighs are blinking eyes
They do not know defeat!

One guest once told me:
They thought it was a dream
But when they awoke, it was reality!
“Ghosts have their dungeons of madness also…”
(I quote: the keeper of the gates);
Some are let loose to created havoc
Others like reptiles, sleep in these dark dungeons
Night after night after night; so says the Keeper:
“Revenge is my birthright.”

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The Old Camera-A Tribute To Old Times

The Old Camera
(A tribute to old times)

Sometimes I feel

(looking at that old picture

from that old camera—back in ‘58)

feel I’m still that eleven-year old boy

in Como Park (St. Paul, Minnesota)

standing in the sun

with my pal, Mike Rossert

(like Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer)

smiling—proud as can be

(over nothing)) just life))

arm around his shoulder

(his around mine)) now 59)).M

I suppose there wasn’t a care in the world

(just loose time, romping time—).

That old camera (1840s)

caught it all:

life was so simple

it was a ball…!

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Velvet Darkness – The Tunnel To Heaven Or Hell

Velvet Darkness

Red light (a passage to doom)

Throwing blindly glows

Upon the walls and ceiling

(of the Great Cavern);

Throughout the passageway—

The effect, intensely rich

With Velvet Blackness!

All like a dream:

Then the light died,

Now abrupt in

Feeble gloom…

Alone!…

Note: there are always stories about the light at the end of the tunnel, and we forget, there is also gloom, at the other end; thus, depending which end we end up at. In the bible it says: choose what you wish to be; yes, God has given us choices, and we see this in the Book of Revelation, chapter #22 in particular that says in essence: if you chose to be unjust, filthy, so be it, let him be, remain so; likewise, if he chooses to be just and righteous, again, let him be so. So God is not pushing anyone any which way. In a like manner, I think he is saying, if you want the Velvet Darkness, you got it, if you want heavenly light, you got it. Choose this day what you shall be! And Live with it.

It is a small poem I write, and sometimes my commentary or notes are much more than my poems. Hence, the above statement is nothing to sneeze at; God’s prophetic time clock is ticking away, every event that hits the news we see it in a few minutes, if not on the spot, and for those who are waiting for the last minute to make peace with God, may find themselves at the wrong end of the tunnel.

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