February 16, 2012

Poem: may my heart, by e.e. cummings

may my heart
e.e. cummings

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

Happy Week of Valentine's Day! It's been a busy one, but filled with love (Tuesday seems like it happened a long time ago, though) and much happiness (and also stress, but that's another story). Dan and I had dinner at this dark little restaurant in San Francisco at 10.30pm, where we were the last people in the restaurant and had the most delicious little gnocchi(s?)- YUM. It was a really fun evening, but I think the nicest part of the week is reconnecting with friends and reminding each other how much we love each other. May my heart always be open to honesty, uncertainty, excitement, dreams, friendship, conversation, and all the beautiful things in the world!

1 comment:

  1. it's a nice cummings poem!! i really really like it, especially the lines which go 'and may myself do nothing usefully/and love yourself so more than truly' ^_^

    hello gen happy belated valentine's i hope you're doing fine it seems like forever since we've talked though which is infinitely tragic sighhh