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 the 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)
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 the 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)
- EE Cummings
I saw this design for Capsule Letters on a random website I was linked too via another blog, called Poketo and it reminded me of that EE Cummings poem, I Carry Your Heart With Me. In all fairness, it also reminded me of Ted Noten's solid gold Wedding Pills but I prefer Cummings.
I wasn't the type of person to carry around photos of friends or deeply meaningful nicknack's when I was younger, unless you count a huge number of cinema tickets meaningful. But my friend Fe wrote out Max Ehrmann's Desiderata and Billy Connolly's alternative Desiderata for me when we were in second year of uni. I think it was because I'd never read them and I was a bit low at the time, but I folded them up, put them in my wallet and then got it stolen the following year. Gutted. I loved that purse and I loved that my friend had taken the time to hand write these HUGE poems for me. Anyway, the point is, I rewrote Ehrmann's version and stuck it in my new - distinctly suckier - purse and they're the only none currency/identification I do carry.
However, I'm really attracted to this design, partially because of my partiality for boxes and lockets and hiding things away, partly because of the novelty of the pill form. So like the poem in my purse, you open it up, read the content and feel a little better. It's not a pill to cure all ills, but it's a sweet placebo.
via - Poketo!
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Listening: Ryan Adams - Rescue Blues
1 comment:
Don't worry! This was three years ago nearly, my friend had her wallet stolen at the same time. We called the police and reported it all within about half an hour of it happening. And other than my drivers license, a couple of loyalty cards and the poem there wasn't anything in it. I'd had a second wallet in my bag for some reason which had all the important stuff.
Plus the police found the license and one other card. :)
It was a horrible situation, but it was a crime of opportunity, our bags were on our seats in the studio, our friend left the door unlocked thinking we were just behind her but we weren't. Someone nipped into our studio & nabbed them. Had they had more time they'd have found my other purse.
Still gutted. My purse was my favourite. I still search on ebay now and then to see if I can find one the same. Isn't that sad? But I loved the pattern.
Thanks so much for your concern. x
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