I could have guessed Plath. π. Cummings is amazing, though. My favorite is, βΒ i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear;and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling). Ifearno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i wantno world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and itβs you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which growshigher than soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars aparti carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)β