"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


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.