what was the e.e.cummings poems read at the end of the movie "in her shoes"?
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i carry your heart with me
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Let's see. I've read quite a bit by her:\n\nIN THE GARDEN - by Emily Dickinson\n \nA bird came down the walk:\nHe did not know I saw;\nHe bit an angle-worm in halves\nAnd ate the fellow, raw.\nAnd then he drank a dew\nFrom a convenient grass,\nAnd then hopped sidewise to the wall\nTo let a beetle pass.\nHe glanced with rapid eyes\nThat hurried all abroad, --\nThey looked like frightened beads, I thought;\nHe stirred his velvet head\nLike one in danger; cautious,\nI offered him a crumb,\nAnd he unrolled his feathers\nAnd rowed him softer home\nThan oars divide the ocean,\nToo silver for a seam,\nOr butterflies, off banks of noon,\nLeap, plashless, as they swim.\n\n\nWhat does it mean-\n A gentle observation of a natural moment of Nature pedantic -hmmm, did I spell that right? Many poets professed that to observe Nature is to continually learn profound lessons, and sometimes lessons that simmer over decades before their truths be known. Miss Dickinson recorded life & elements swimming about her in her two story house in Amherst, in her garden, in her heart, her head, her grand and simple analogies abounding. Perhaps the bird was a bird. Perhaps he simply was going about his regular business. Or, perhaps she wanted future readers to consider the bird a symbol of all who toil in their daily labors, of all striving to meet their goals (courageously surmounting any obstacle; a beetle), then encountering a collision with an outside force - life, death, circumstance that "offers a crumb," and the toiler responds by fleeing, dying, being born... Until Emily herself is resurrected, which probably is unlikely, we can only guess her intentions. I will say, that having visited her home in Massachusetts, having walked her garden and having stood by her bed, the thought rings true in me that she simply was a born observer with a gift for description, comparisons and contrasts - ministress of boundless understanding.\n\nOf the ryhme scheme, I have been away from the books too long to remember how her beginning six lines of ABABAB relate to the continuing AABBCCDD lines. PLease read on with answers that will undoubtedly come from more expert knowledge. There are so many of us, Lovers of the Belle of Amherst, that you should get a respectable answer. Use your eyes to read them all, but remember to use your conscience to judge them. Best to you, dear person of quandary.
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Stacy Adams black leather dress shoes with the squared toe.\n-NmD!
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How Do I Love Thee?\n by Elizabeth Barrett Browning\n\nHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways. \nI love thee to the depth and breadth and height \nMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sight \nFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace. \nI love thee to the level of every day's \nMost quiet need, by sun and candlelight. \nI love thee freely, as men strive for Right; \nI love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. \nI love with a passion put to use \nIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. \nI love thee with a love I seemed to lose \nWith my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, \nSmiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, \nI shall but love thee better after death.
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Poem by W.H. Auden\n\nStop all the Clocks.\n\nStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,\nPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,\nSilence the pianos and with muffled drum\nBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.\nLet aeroplanes...\n\nFor the rest visit...\nhttp://www.npr.org/programs/death/readings/poetry/aude.html
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"Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein
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Do you mean the story of THE ELVES AND THE SHOEMAKER by the brothers Grimm?\n\nThere was once a shoemaker, who worked very hard and was very honest: but still he could not earn enough to live upon; and at last all he had in the world was gone, save just leather enough to make one pair of shoes. \n\nThen he cut his leather out, all ready to make up the next day, meaning to rise early in the morning to his work. His conscience was clear and his heart light amidst all his troubles; so he went peaceably to bed, left all his cares to Heaven, and soon fell asleep. In the morning after he had said his prayers, he sat himself down to his work; when, to his great wonder, there stood the shoes all ready made, upon the table. The good man knew not what to say or think at such an odd thing happening. He looked at the workmanship; there was not one false stitch in the whole job; all was so neat and true, that it was quite a masterpiece. \n\nThe same day a customer came in, and the shoes suited him so well that he willingly paid a price higher than usual for them; and the poor shoemaker, with the money, bought leather enough to make two pairs more. In the evening he cut out the work, and went to bed early, that he might get up and begin betimes next day; but he was saved all the trouble, for when he got up in the morning the work was done ready to his hand. Soon in came buyers, who paid him handsomely for his goods, so that he bought leather enough for four pair more. He cut out the work again overnight and found it done in the morning, as before; and so it went on for some time: what was got ready in the evening was always done by daybreak, and the good man soon became thriving and well off again. \n\nOne evening, about Christmas-time, as he and his wife were sitting over the fire chatting together, he said to her, 'I should like to sit up and watch tonight, that we may see who it is that comes and does my work for me.' The wife liked the thought; so they left a light burning, and hid themselves in a corner of the room, behind a curtain that was hung up there, and watched what would happen. \n\nAs soon as it was midnight, there came in two little naked dwarfs; and they sat themselves upon the shoemaker's bench, took up all the work that was cut out, and began to ply with their little fingers, stitching and rapping and tapping away at such a rate, that the shoemaker was all wonder, and could not take his eyes off them. And on they went, till the job was quite done, and the shoes stood ready for use upon the table. This was long before daybreak; and then they bustled away as quick as lightning. \n\nThe next day the wife said to the shoemaker. 'These little wights have made us rich, and we ought to be thankful to them, and do them a good turn if we can. I am quite sorry to see them run about as they do; and indeed it is not very decent, for they have nothing upon their backs to keep off the cold. I'll tell you what, I will make each of them a shirt, and a coat and waistcoat, and a pair of pantaloons into the bargain; and do you make each of them a little pair of shoes.' \n\nThe thought pleased the good cobbler very much; and one evening, when all the things were ready, they laid them on the table, instead of the work that they used to cut out, and then went and hid themselves, to watch what the little elves would do. \n\nAbout midnight in they came, dancing and skipping, hopped round the room, and then went to sit down to their work as usual; but when they saw the clothes lying for them, they laughed and chuckled, and seemed mightily delighted. \n\nThen they dressed themselves in the twinkling of an eye, and danced and capered and sprang about, as merry as could be; till at last they danced out at the door, and away over the green. \n\nThe good couple saw them no more; but everything went well with them from that time forward, as long as they lived.
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I've always liked this poem...\n\nOne night I had a dream--\nI dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord \nand across the sky flashed scenes from my life. \nFor each scene I noticed two sets of footprints, \none belonged to me and the other to the Lord. \nWhen the last scene of my life flashed before me,\nI looked back at the footprints in the sand.\nI noticed that many times along the path of my life,\nthere was only one set of footprints.\nI also noticed that it happened at the very lowest\nand saddest times in my life. \nThis really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it. \n"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,\nyou would walk with me all the way,\nbut I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life\nthere is only one set of footprints. \n"I don't understand why in times when I needed you most,\nyou should leave me." \nThe Lord replied, "My precious, precious child,\nI love you and I would never, never leave you\nduring your times of trial and suffering. \n"When you saw only one set of footprints,\nit was then that I carried you."\n\nMary Stevens
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Not sure what your question is but maybe you were trying to find the poem you heard.  If so, here it is:\n\nHow Do You Live Your Dash\n \nI read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.\nHe referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning... to the end. \n\nHe noted that first came her date of birth and spoke the following date with tears,\nbut he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years. (1934-1998) \n\nFor that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth...\nand now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth. \n\nFor it matters not, how much we won; the cars...the house...the cash,\nwhat matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.\n \nSo think about this long and hard.. are there things you'd like to change?\nFor you never know how much time is left, that can still be rearranged. \n\nIf we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real,\nand always try to understand the way other people feel.\n \nAnd be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more\nand love the people in our lives like we've never done before. \n\nIf we treat each other with respect, and more often wear a smile.\nRemembering that this special dash might only last a while.\n \nSo, when your eulogy's being read with your life's actions to rehash...\nwould you be proud of the things they said about how you spent your dash? \n\nby Linda Ellis
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"This Will Be an Everlasting Love" by Natalie Cole. the original is a classic, but it's song #12 on the PT Soundtrack.
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Read this in "Blondie" this morning.\n\n"I was in such a hurry that I put my shoes on first, then my socks. I had to stop to put them on correctly."
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Walk a mile in my shoes - Elvis Presley :-)
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"Before You Were Mine" contains a reference to Marilyn Monroe in a polka dot dress. Other poems refer to Marilyn but this is a reference to Duffy's mother whose name was Marilyn.
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Despite about 25 minutes of searching I haven't been able to find this poem.  Could you call or e-mail someone you know who has to do the same assignment and possibly get the poem that way?  \n\nThese sites may be of some help to you.  My only other advice would be to get to a bookstore in your area if there is one and you might find it there.  Best of luck with it.
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Found it! Hope this helps!\nhttp://www.pickens.k12.sc.us/hesteachers/laboonac/Web%20Pages/poems%20for%20parents.htm
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little lady bug, little lady bug\nin ur little red suit \nlady bug dont u know u look so cute\n\nu can go 2 www.poetry.com
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Lyrics of which song"