A Sunday Poem by E.E. Cummings

Vanity Fair this month has a lovely small article about poet E.E. Cummings. If you get a chance to read it, do. What an interesting life. It included this sweet, sweet 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)

Up and out early this morn to the city for the gift show. Reports to follow. I promise to talk pictures.
Ted