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 easily will 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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From guest Meg (contact)
it's just awesome..like nothing i've ever felt deeply before..the words..the essence of love which is carried along with every word..it's like the magic floating down every line..and capturing all your senses..it's all soo amazing indeed -
I love what i dont understand
From guest Amateur from Sweden (contact)
I discovered this poem in the movie Hannah and her sisters by Woody Allen, I thought it was beatiful and I got curious... Who is this e e cummings? I now know that I dont understand cummings work if i read it line by line, Im swedish and maybe i should read poetry from Sweden instead (which i do). But why does the cummings poetry send shivers down my spine and give me goosebumps on my arm... Thats the only understanding i need. -
this is my favorite poem. It has the most beautiful imagery i have ever seen, it is the epitome of a love poem to me, i just wish that i could write this beautifully.
i am not sure that there is a line that has captured me more then this: 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
the beginning sets the tone for this piece, and the ending sums it up so wonderfully.
e.e. cummings is amazing, and makes my knees shake with this piece.
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