Movie - In her shose

Letter from SH
Watched another movie this evening and 2 poems catches my seight,
this could be a way for me to learn more about English and also the reason why I try to "trace" it from the web could probably because that is somehow tells the way I want to express, in the past, present or maybe in the future.  It's a wish...wish some day i might be able use my own words to tell you how it felt for these passing days.

I thank the god that you are there and i remained this channel to "say" ...
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i carry your heart with me  by e. e cummings, 1958



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)

Stream in Youtube
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One Art -- by Elizabeth Bishop



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 isn't 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 shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.