Yesterday, I was tipped off, by @twobossydames, Richard Armitage1 does the narration for David Copperfield. After much poking around, I discovered Mr. Armintage also narrated a book of classic love poems2, one of which is [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by e.e. cummings.
I love cummings’ work but this particular poem has special meaning, which I discussed a couple of months ago:
I cannot write this without thinking of e.e. cummings’ [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in], because that poem sings of my feelings for TheBassist. I have reconciled we may never see each other again, let alone get back together. I do know if/when I see him again, I will cry. Tears of relief, happiness, and everything in-between. Even if that is the only time I ever see him, I will cry. I better remember to not wear make-up.
Together we were not toxic, but I was toxic and in that toxicity I changed the pattern of the relationship. Love, faith, and want, at times, are simply not enough no matter how badly we want them to be.
Which sounds a bit depressing but really is one part hope and another part realistic.
Since it’s coming up on Valentine’s Day, and if you can’t be honest on the 14th of February, when can you?, I thought I would read a few loves poems, one a day, just for fun.
Here is the first poem, which should be obvious:
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by e.e. cummings