the P.Pole

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)
- e. e. cummings, i carry your heart

This week has been a wonderwaffe one to say the very least. Let’s recap:

1. Monday: Amy showed me drawings she’d done over the weekend and they are thoroughly beautiful.
2. Tuesday: I found out I did particularly well on the last Chemistry test (on Acids and Bases) to count towards our predicted marks, so I should have gotten a pretty good prediction.
3. Wednesday: Henry and I went to the regionals and finished second, behind two club players, in the B pool (not too shabby considering we were and are still both sick). As a team, we finished third overall and only a few points behind second place.
4. Thursday: I hit up Tim Horton’s twice in one day and took Amy with me the second time. Spent an hour and some working on our etc., chatting, and etc. The walk and bus ride home was also memorable.
5. Friday: Brought Amy a cup of “coffee” in the morning and I was huggle’d soon after (unexpected but… WNTL?).

Okay, so most of that stuff had to do with Amy. She showed me the poem above and I just thought I’d share it with you, dear readers. I really do like e. e. cummings’ love poems. They’re mushy and celebratory of love, individuality, and life in general–sounds a lot like what anyone could enjoy. Enjoy!