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
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Love that. Especially that last line.
Ditto Delgado. I am in love with e.e. cummings, please don't tell my boyfriend. Happy Valentine's Day!
Wow. That's really pretty. Move over, Bill Murray!
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!
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.
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