For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
It’s always our self we find in the sea.
American poet Edward Estlin Cummings (1894 – 1962) was more commonly known as e. e. cummings (think of k.d. lang today). As well as writing nearly 3,000 poems, Cummings was also an author, painter and playwright. At the time of his death, he was second to Robert Frost in popularity as a poet.
I keep returning to his couplet and thinking about the truth of his words.