My Kind of Movie

I am such a romantic sap when it comes to movies. Last night’s Net Flix feature “In Her Shoes” was just what I needed to throw me back into a romantic state of mind. This movie portrayed the love-hate relationship of two sisters as they both fought to overcome a childhood of grief and establish themselves in an adult world. The movie ended with the younger dyslexic sister reading the following poem to her older sister as she stood under the Hupa:

i carry your heart with me

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)

ee cummings

As we were getting ready to curl up in each other’s arms, I asked my husband if he had picked that movie with me in mind, since his choice is often toward thrillers or even comedies, to which he replied, “I like those sappy movies, too!”