may i feel said he

may i feel said he
by e.e. cummings

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me
by e. e. cummings

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 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)

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isnt' hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shant' have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

-- Elizabeth Bishop

Go to http://www.learner.org/catalog/extras/vvspot/video/bishop.html to listen to a recording of this poem.

The heat is gone

Fall! It finally cooled down and we can get in the Halloween/Thanksgiving spirit. I love it - it pourred down and for the first time since we have been back to Austin I had to put on a coat - a rain coat that is but still a coat!! Over the weekend Carolina decorated the house with some Halloween decorations and now our house has two spiders climbing up the stone wall. I went with Laura to downtown Austin to pick up some fresh tortiallas from the a Mexican bakery and I enjoyed the Spanish interaction. Laura speaks perfect Spanish and it was fun and exotic to listen to her talk to the sales lady. I searched my brain and found "A la proxima vez" and felt quite "integrated". The cold (it really isn't that cold but after weeks of sunshine the refreshment feels so much colder!) is invogorating my spirits and I hope to be able to start all the projects that have been piling up in my head.