Two years ago, around Valentine's Day, my student teacher Emilie Turner nee Russell and I were talking about love poetry, and I shared with her my favorite poem of all time. It is "[i carry your heart with me (i carry it in)]," and it is by e.e. cummings, the best love poetry writer of all time. Seriously. This man knew how to write about love. So I pulled the poem up on the Promethean Board to show Emilie, and Jen was visiting in my room when I said out loud, "This poem should be read at every wedding ever."
And then, Jen got engaged. And she remembered about this poem. And she asked ME to read it!! Gah!
Oof. Listen, I try very hard never to go to weddings. I'm pretty sure my aversion to weddings began in the early nineties, when, for no good reason, weddings began at, like, two or four in the afternoon, when the ceremony happened, and then there were dinners at about five, and then we were all expected to stay and celebrate until close to midnight. Ugh. I love my friends, and I have nothing but sincere wishes for happy lives spent together, but I don't want to party for ANYONE for twelve hours. That's about ten hours too many. Even if there's cake.
But this is Jen, and she's very dear to me, and I was completely honored and humbled, actually, that she asked me to be a part of her Big Day, and so I said that I would indeed read my fave poem at her wedding. Even if that meant that I'd be in front of a crowd of guests who could hear me and see me. Even after years and years of teaching, coaching, and Sunday School lessoning, I still have a pretty strong fear of public speaking, especially when there's a chance I could stumble and stutter and RUIN EVERYTHING. But a promise is a promise, and I showed up in a dress that coordinated with Jen's wedding colors and read this 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 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)
Are they not THE MOST PRECIOUS?? All photo creds go to my bestie, Michele, who had orders to take "discreet pics to use on my blog!" And I did not stumble even once. Whew. Take a look--I'm in the program, too!
So, a bloggy toast to my dear friend Jen, who is starting her new life with her new hubby with all the well-wishes and blessings I can think of! Congrats, dear heart, and best of luck in Nashville!!
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