I had planned on posting ee cummings’ poem “I carry your heart”, but then my irritating friend Javen Tanner did.

So I am posting “i have found what you are like” instead. On the day that I’m supposed to think about and cherish my beloved, I simply do what I do every day: feel grateful.

I think about my dear Annie, my dear sweet one, every day. I would rather her kiss than anything.

i have found what you are like

i have found what you are like

the rain

(Who feathers frightened fields

with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind

and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light

with thinned

newfragile yellows

lurch and.press

-in the woods





And the coolness of your smile is

stirringofbirds between my arms;but

i should rather than anything

have(almost when hugeness will shut


your kiss


Happy Valentine’s Day.