"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy Feb 14.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
by E. E. Cummings


somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

5 comments:

Diana Marie Delgado said...

Love that. Especially that last line.

larissa said...

Ditto Delgado. I am in love with e.e. cummings, please don't tell my boyfriend. Happy Valentine's Day!

Bearfan said...

Wow. That's really pretty. Move over, Bill Murray!

Caffeine Destiny said...

whenever I read that poem I always think of Michael Caine courting Barbara Hershey in Hannah and her Sisters. He marks it in a book for her to read. Go Alfie go!

Jonathan said...

I always remembered the poem in Hannah and Her Sisters as "I love my body when it is with your body." Funny how the memory plays tricks on me.