A letter and some love poems for you

Dear Hart Beat,

Hi. How are you? I hope that you are enjoying this breathtaking spring weather and do something relaxing this weekend. I really cannot believe that this semester is coming to a close and that my thesis has been turned in. To celebrate this weekend I thought I would share some poems with you today. They are both written by a favorite poet of mine that I have blogged about here before. I hope you like them.

(Source, and yes, this is the caixa forum in madrid)
because i love you) last night
by E. E. Cummings

because i love you)last night
clothed in sealace
appeared to me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;
lifted,and(before my
eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly
your face smile breasts gargled
by death:drowned only
again carefully through deepness to rise
these your wrists
thighs feet hands
poising
to again utter disappear;
rushing gently swiftly creeping
through my dreams last
night, all of your
body with its spirit floated
(clothed only in
the tide’s acute weaving murmur


you being in love… (XII)
by E.E. Cummings

you being in love
will tell who softly asks in love,
am i separated from your body smile brain hands merely
to become the jumping puppets of a dream? oh i mean:
entirely having in my careful how
careful arms created this at length
inexcusable, this inexplicable pleasure-you go from several
persons: believe me that strangers arrive
when i have kissed you into a memory
slowly, oh seriously
-that since and if you disappear
solemnly
myselves
ask “life, the question how do i drink dream smile
and how do i prefer this to another and
why do i weep eat sleep-what does the whole intend”
they wonder. oh and they cry “to be, being, that i am alive
this absurd fraction in its lowest terms
with everything cancelled
but shadows 
-what does it all come down to? love? Love
if you like and i like,for the reason that i
hate people and lean out of this window is love,love
and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love and the reason 
that i do not fall into this street is love.”

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