[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

Carry a Poem in your Pocket…

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)

E. E. Cummings

the snow doesn’t give a soft white damn Whom it touches

Michele Palazzo. Jonas Blizzard in New York, 2016.
Michele Palazzo, „Jonas Blizzard in New York“ (Flat Iron Building, 2016)


i will cultivate within
me scrupulously the Inimitable which
is loneliness,these unique dreams
never shall soil their raiment

with phenomena:such
being a conduct worthy of

more ponderous
wishes or
hopes less
tall than mine“(opening the windows)

„and there is a philosophy“ strictly at
which instant(leaped
into the

street)this deep immediate mask and
expressing „as for myself,because i
am slender and fragile
i borrow contact from that you and from

this you sensations,imitating a few fatally

exquisite“(pulling Its shawl carefully around
it)“things i mean the
Rain is no respecter of persons
the snow doesn’t give a soft white
damn Whom it touches

e. e. cummings, poem XIX from „W(ViVa)“