e e cummings

malkor · Jun 11, 2004, 04:47 PM

A poem that floored me when I discovered it soon after I first met my wife.....

smewhere i have never travelled

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 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 preceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour 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

(the last line ...... almost ineffable, yet perfect)

Falstaff · Jun 11, 2004, 04:51 PM

ah yes. the poets eye and heart...excellent

Jun 11, 2004, 04:47 PM	#1
malkor DriverHeaven Lover Join Date: Apr 2004 Posts: 123 Rep Power: 0	e e cummings A poem that floored me when I discovered it soon after I first met my wife..... smewhere i have never travelled 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 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 preceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour 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 (the last line ...... almost ineffable, yet perfect)

Jun 11, 2004, 04:51 PM	#2
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	ah yes. the poets eye and heart...excellent __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."