Just passing through...

Just passing through...

Through a lot of places... moments.... a lot of persons... fates... holidays... aspirations... stress... simply a lot of everything.

So I was going through a place and saw this two poems... poems I love and that every time I read them I just feel... that's it, I feel. They move me in a way not many things do. So I decided to share them with you, my lil green faithful guys.

I know I haven't been around for a while and that I might never be here for you... but I do remember. I just feel I have nothing that I really want to say. So today, that I'm feeling pretty much okay and still a little bit sad I wanted to share these beautiful poems.




I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME BY E.E. CUMMINGS

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)





ONE ART BY ELIZABETH BISHOP

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.




Hope you like them, greeny... And excuse the paintings, not great but then again... they were merely doodles of a lost brush. No worries, I found it... I think.