The poem I have chosen to interpret is called “I carry your heart with me”, written by E. E Cummings. I chose this one for several reasons. First of all, I must admit that I really like talking about love and deep feelings. Then, after reading this particular poem, I was reminded of another one of Cumming’s ardent: “Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense. ”I realize that the author is saying something that I have already faced: someone you loved. The poem is all about love in its purest form.
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It represents all kinds of love, love for yourself, love for you child, love for a sibling or parent, even love for a close friend. To me, this poem is a true representation of how, as human beings, we thrive on love. As a lover, I know that where there is love there is a connection to those around us and there is hope. It conveys the message that we are never alone because in the end of the beginning, depending on how you look at it, we all come from love. Even though E. E. Cummings wrote more than 2900 poems, he was also a painter and a true artist at heart.
Consequently, he suffered deeply from his father’s death, which “allows” him to talk about love and losses. After this, on can first decribe this poem by this simple sentence: “no matter where you go, love is always there”. I totally agree with him, and I’m actually happy that someone wrote something about love so deeply. It made me think about my ex-girlfriend, whom I still love so much. I think about her every single day, even if the last time I talked to her was three years ago. I moved to India to do volunteer work for a year, then New York to study, and finally Austin to study again, all the while she is still in France.
However, she still consumes my thoughts day and night. It is because I am still in love with her that the feeling of love overwhelms me. And when I think of her my mind races and my palms grow moist, but love, just like everything in life, is ephemeral. It is because of this frustration that I chose this poem to describe, comment and analize. First of all, we can notice that the typography of the poem is unusual compared to other American poems of this epoch. The typography and the layout of the poem were often very important to E. E Cummings, who saw it as an art form.
His style adds a certain rhythm into the poem when read aloud. His language is simple which makes the serious subject of the poem more fun and lighthearted. “I carry your heart with me” (line 1-2) so simply written yet, speaks of very complex, yet universal matters. One can assume that we have all gone through this so-called rite of passage, we all have already loved someone so deeply and this simple sentence remembers that to us. This enhances the intimacy and closeness of these two human beings, as if they are not whole without one another.
The poetic effect is reinforced throughout the piece through repetition of certain words and phrases. Repetition is, to me, essential in a poem because it adds depth to the poem. The essence of the love E. E Cummings conveys in the poem, through his use of repetition in the description of his love, which him and I believe to be the deepest compassion one can have for another. Moreover, when Cummings writes “secret that nobody knows” (line 10) which he described as “…the root of the root and the bud of the bud / and sky of the sky” (line 11-12), is very apt and poignant.
The repetition of the three words so closely together conveys the love’s power and strength and emphasizes how this “secret” is very important and significant. Cummings is simply explaining that when you take away everything else in the world, all material possessions and other distractions from the truth, you are left with love. Another thing important to notice in this poem is that Cummings employs personification to compare the beauty of love to the beauty of nature.
In the poem, nature is identified with the subject of the poem being “… whatever a moon has always meant / and whatever a sun will always sing…” (line 8-9). This personification of the moon and the sun reiterate the concept of love as being constant, like a day’s cycle. So much so that even major elements, which are essential and organic, are affiliated with them. Metaphors also play a crucial role in the poem, as they add to the understanding of the profound nature of love which is being expressed.
The last stanza of the poem illustrates this tactic best when the metaphor of a tree is used to depict the eternity of his love: “(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)” (line 11-13). The imagery the author employs creates an effect because this massive tree, which is firm and strong and insurmountable, like the base of a tree trunk. In this line the speaker relates in size and matter to be the amount of love the poet holds for his lover. With his own words, E.
E Cummings has helped boil down, through the sometimes-hazy illusions of love, to its elemental basis of infinite and unconditional love. I personally love this poem because it is simple, clear, written in the simplest way, but at the same time expresses the deepest feeling on earth: Love. Cummings, through his poetry, attaches some greater meaning to this intangible, indescribable state of consciousness that in its invisible grasp has the ability to both destroy and affirm our concept of life. Moreover, I admire his work because, like me, he felt that originality was essential.
This is a beautiful poem about a beloved whose absence is, paradoxically, the most forceful presence. Whatever the narrator does is the beloved’s “doing”; wherever he goes, she is there. This expresses, in a minor, delicate key, Dante’s relationship to Beatrice. This longing that (Dante) goes through leaves him despondent and lovesick. And if indeed there is a reason for all the thousands of years we’ve spent floating quietly through the universe, “like clouds do Silently,” then we must create a reason for ourselves. Love, in all of its, ecstatic, glorious chaos, fulfills that.
