Too much is enough.
Anonymous
A sampling of mom’s favorite poetry and prose and well-worn words of wisdom; add at will!
3 DECEMBER 19** SAINT BARTHS, F.A.
4 JULY 2015 ITHACA, NY
Too much is enough.
Anonymous
A sampling of mom’s favorite poetry and prose and well-worn words of wisdom; add at will!
i carry your heart with me
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)
Source: Poetry (June 1952). “i carry your heart with me” by E.E. Cummings, from Complete Poems 1904-62. © Liveright Publishing, 1994.
Mom loved Charles Baudelaire’s Les fleurs du mal….
129 –> La Fin de la Journée
Sous une lumière blafarde
Court, danse et se tord sans raison
La Vie, impudente et criarde.
Aussi, sitôt qu’à l’horizon
La nuit voluptueuse monte,
Apaisant tout, même la faim,
Effaçant tout, même la honte,
Le Poète se dit: ‘Enfin!
Mon esprit, comme mes vertèbres,
Invoque ardemment le repos;
Le coeur plein de songes funèbres,
Je vais me coucher sur le dos,
Et me rouler dans vox rideaux,
O rafraîchissantes ténèbres!‘
129 –> Day’s End
Mindless of the fading light,
Life – insolent, noisy Life
squanders itself until night
voluptuously reaches for
the horizon, consoling all –
even hunger, concealing all –
even shame, and then the Poet
murmurs to himself: ‘At last!
Spine and spirit crave their rest
with one accord; my heart brims
over with dreams of dying –
I shall lie down, I shall sleep,
Shroud me in your panoply,
O replenishing darkness!’
*English translation by Richard Howard; David R. Godine, publisher
“‘On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes”
-Philip Larkin