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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

e e cummings day

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Cummings was prolific and quixotic; altogether memorable. Cara posted one of his poems today, here's another in a very different genre:

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

~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 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


Marion said...

I love him SOOOO much! The man just could not write a bad poem. This one is awesome. Blessings!

Kelly said...

I read such a limited amount of cummings in school I don't think I realized what a broad range he had.

This is very nice.

Cara Powers said...

I love cummings' love and sex poetry.