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bellagio, blue moon, ee cummings, fountain, Frank Sinatra, Full moon, Las Vegas, light show, moon, poetry, sun, tired
Music, fountains and light show from the Bellagio Hotel – Las Vegas – what a sight
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)
nothing false and possible is love
(who’s imagined,therefore is limitless)
love’s to giving as to keeping’s give;
as yes is to if,love is to yes
must’s a schoolroom in the month of may:
life’s the deathboard where all now turns when
(love’s a universe beyond obey
or command,reality or un-)
proudly depths above why’s first because
(faith’s last doubt and humbly heights below)
kneeling,we-true lovers-pray that us
will ourselves continue to outgrow
all whose mosts if you have known and i’ve
only we our least begin to guessee cummings
You Are Tired (I Think)
You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.e.e. cummings
The effects of the Blue Moon are still lingering reminding me of my inadequacies – It is a mighty force – Lesley
- Blue Moon in Pisces Big Blessings ceremony, Astrology from Tara Greene (infinitynow.wordpress.com)
- Hello Blue Moon (emilyrosendahl.wordpress.com)
Lesley, what a delightful combination! Well done!
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t’was the blue moon that set me off 🙂 (for days) ty
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I love some ee cummings any day. The master at love poems.
A charming post to start the day Les, thank you!
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thanks BB – makes me swoon a bit – yes 😀
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wonderful poems. ‘ i carry your heart’ a friend gives the first verses to the bereaved.
I can read them over and over again, the ideas and the words are so uniquely his.
Thank you for reminding me
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You’re welcome. We forget to read and sup sometimes in the busy world xx
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Loved it all Leslie, The Art, The video, the music (Frank – of course) and one of my favorite authors (okay so I have a bunch of ’em, still he is one of them lol) Excellent post, Thank you for this…Sending warm thoughts your way ~ Penny xx
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Thanks Penny – classics never even fade away do they?
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Your welcome,No wonderful talent does not fade away. my mother briefly met Frank Sinatra at a concert (a zillion years ago) as a young adult and she said she almost passed out from the thrill of it. Some things really don’t change do they? 🙂
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Beautiful poem. I need to read it again (and again).
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It really is – I wanted to go with him too. Felt like a bit of a teenager 😀
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