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)
i really like the way he put the words together, i guess. simple words. and i like the way that he starts out by saying "i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) as a simple fact and then at the end he is describing the deepest secret, and it turns out to be the aforementioned phrase. slick, ee.
That might have been too long. so here's a shorter passage. Whitman, this time. i know it didn't have to be poetry, but this was the only stuff i could think of, unless you wanted to hear me rant about the amazing lyrics of Jesse Lacey from Brand New (the band i am obsessed with).
A child said, *What is the grass?* fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is, any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff
woven.
So, i really like this mostly because i think my disposition is grass, too.
Okay, sweet.
2 comments:
never too long.
I have to say I like the Whitman more, though.
Why do you think your disposition is grass? Explain, explain!
[to be read in pretentious spoken word rhyth]
my disposition might be
closer to palm trees, actually.
my disposition isn't soft like grass,
but it grows freely
wherever you toss the seeds.
and i'd say it's green, that is
the color of hopeful things-- things with roots that grow deep, that grow back when cut down..
but my disposition doesn't bloom so confidently as grass that covers whole fields and fallen cities.
my disposition is more like a palm tree,
tall and lanky,
my disposition always got picked last in gym class,
out of place among the changing colors of deciduous leaves.
the fruit of my disposition is hard as rock to crack and seemingly hollow, but it's fruit is milky and sweet.
i know i said that my disposition is grass, but since you asked,
it's really more like a palm tree.
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