Eclectic

Jack of all trades. Thorough science geek with unaccounted desk and diskspace donated to ecology, a fetish for charcoal and black ink sketches, the New Yorker, a golden lab she'd call Dane, making salmon and bruschettas to go with the wine, watching the power play in politics, pledged allegiance to Mia Michaels, Sonja Tayek and Tyce Diorio and Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, a subscription to InStyle and a desire to own all the Narciso Rodriguez creations, eternal love for Montreal, and an eternal debt to McGill.

My published nonfiction articles (online)

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

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 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)



And for that alone I'm indebted to E. E. Cummings forever.


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