Valentine's Day: Huzzah.

Bless the lovers. In a world often torn by strife and conflict, those in love have, throughout the ages, reminded us that union is not only possible, but desirable, in the form of two souls coming together as one. In honor of them, here's an ee cummings poem:


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)

(Actually, it's the exact same poem I used LAST Valentine's Day, but I won't tell anyone if you won't.)
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go forth in the world, secure in the knowledge that on this day, we are all lovers, participants in the great union of humanity.
Later Days.