Erich Fried and e e cummings

A Love Poem for Freedom and a Freedom Poem for Love

With freedom
it's much the same as with love

Suppose after all these years what they call happiness
takes me out of the locked cupboard again

and says: 'Have another go!
Let's see how you manage'

Shall I then breathe in deeply and open my arms
and be young again and full of courage

or shall I smell of moth-balls and rattle my bones
to the rhythm of a stranger's heart beat?

With freedom
it's much the same as with love

and with love
it's much the same as with freedom

~Erich Fried~

i carry your heart....

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)

e e cummings