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

In the movie, "In Her Shoes", Cameron Diaz reads the poem "i carry your heart with me" by e.e. cummings creating a touching moment during the wedding scene. Although I had read this poem in high school English classes, it was not until it was presented in this movie did I discover how moving of a poem it is. Although the poem has been a favorite reading at weddings for many years, the movie contributed a renewed interest in the poem. 

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in)

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)

If you selected to have a poem read at your wedding, framing the poem would be one way to treasure a memory from your special day...  

Framed Wedding Vows Or Poem Picture by SARAH & BENDRIX

W.H. Auden...one of my favorites

W. H. Auden 

(Per Wikipedia: Wystan Hugh Auden, who published as W. H. Auden, was an Anglo-American poet, born in England, later an American citizen, and is regarded by many critics as one of the greatest writers of the 20th century.)

One of the poems from Twelve Songs (sometimes known as Funeral Blues) was famously featured in the film Four Weddings and a Funeral.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.