whatever a sun will always sing.

Last week I moved out of the box I’ve been living in for the past year and into an absurdly beautiful house. When I return to Fayetteville, I will have entered the third decade of my life and will begin to unpack it into all kinds of new spaces. But for now, I’m in upstate New York. nkb_vp_ltl is getting married tomorrow and I’m reading this e e cummings 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)
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)

—at the ceremony in Buffalo. I know this is a wedding fave (the internet told me so), but NKB hand-selected it and I think e e cummings writes a beautiful love poem, especially for a poet with the name of a porn star. Also, he has a way with parentheses (my favorite punctuation marks).

I’m spending the last few days of my twenties hot, harried, and needing a pedicure.

4 thoughts on “whatever a sun will always sing.

  1. I could never get tired of that poem. It’s a classic for a reason.

    At my wedding (*mumble* years ago this week) my MOH read a poem by Louise Glück. It’s not a conventional wedding poem, but it felt appropriate:

    The Undertaking

    The darkness lifts, imagine, in your lifetime.
    There you are – cased in clean bark you drift
    through weaving rushes, fields flooded with cotton.
    You are free. The river films with lilies,
    shrubs appear, shoots thicken into palm. And now
    all fear gives way: the light
    looks after you, you feel the waves’ goodwill
    as arms widen over the water; Love

    the key is turned. Extend yourself –
    it is the Nile, the sun is shining,
    everywhere you turn is luck.

  2. I love you…

    and please don’t take this as criticism, but as reference.

    Buffalo – and Rochester – are WESTERN New York. Where I am is Central New York. Anything above that is NORTHERN New York.

    Meanwhile, my dear. I”d love to hear you read that poem, it is beautiful.

    Happy Late 20’s…I’m sure the wedding is going to be beautiful.

  3. Re: I love you…

    Near Syracuse, NY. Central NYS, where the Fair will be opening soon.

    You have to understand – we people who live someplace other than ‘the city’ get sick of being referred to as ‘upstate’. Everything north of the city is NOT upstate NY.

    How was the wedding?

  4. Happy birthday, yo 🙂 When you (and I, actually) are back in Fayetteville, I owe you a birthday drink, preferably one decorated with a large sombrero and strapped to a karaoke machine.

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