Cameron read the poem twice, I cried twice... I didn't know I had such a feeling for poetry...
anyway, two poems I I've found them all, so I might as well post them so I don't forget
the first one is Elizabeth Bishop's One Art
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.
Another one is 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 no one 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.
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