{"id":137,"date":"2013-02-17T15:24:26","date_gmt":"2013-02-17T23:24:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=137"},"modified":"2022-01-28T10:19:47","modified_gmt":"2022-01-28T18:19:47","slug":"0217","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/02\/17\/0217\/","title":{"rendered":"0217"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/022013\/0217.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>0217<br \/>\ninside my thoracic cavity<\/p>\n<p><strong>i carry your heart<\/strong><br \/>\nby e.e. cummings<\/p>\n<p>i carry your heart with me(i carry it in<br \/>\nmy heart)i am never without it(anywhere<br \/>\ni go you go,my dear;and whatever is done<br \/>\nby only me is your doing,my darling)<\/p>\n<p>i fear<br \/>\nno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want<br \/>\nno world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)<br \/>\nand it\u2019s you are whatever a moon has always meant<br \/>\nand whatever a sun will always sing is you<\/p>\n<p>here is the deepest secret nobody knows<br \/>\n(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud<br \/>\nand the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows<br \/>\nhigher than soul can hope or mind can hide)<br \/>\nand this is the wonder that&#8217;s keeping the stars apart<\/p>\n<p>i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"0217 inside my thoracic cavity i carry your heart 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\u2019s 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)\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>0217 inside my thoracic cavity i carry your heart 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 &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/02\/17\/0217\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">0217<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[77,132,133],"class_list":["post-137","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic","tag-love","tag-moon","tag-sun"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=137"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":541,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137\/revisions\/541"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=137"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=137"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=137"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}