May 6, 2008 –  Helen is being buried today, and I keep thinking of this E.E. Cummings poem, which I read to her and Warren many times, and which captures, I think,  their extraordinary love for one another. I will read it at the funeral service, and I will share it again with you. And some point today or tomorrow, Helen’s Hospice Journal will end, and others will begin.
  I hope and pray that she and Helen are correct, and that they will one day all be together on their hill. I do believe that.

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)

 – E.E. Cummings