Edward Estlin Cummings,
I carry your heart with me |
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| 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. |
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Verfasser dieses englischen Gedichtes ist
Edward Estlin Cummings (*1894-10.14 -
†1962-09-03). |
