The root of the root

The root of the root

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, Copyright 1952, © 1980, 1991 by the Trustees for the E. E. Cummings


  1. andi says:

    I have always loved this poem and it’s funny, reading it here for the first time in a while it strikes me as being so much more about a parent’s love for a child than a romantic type of love. But maybe that’s just where my head is right now, what with all these children. Love is love, right? Thank you for a perfect morning read.

    1. Rebecca says:

      Oh yes, completely. I’ve long thought it could be about a parental love. Thank you so much for reading!

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