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
~e.e.cummings
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
~e.e.cummings
- Last seen on Feb 5 8:24 PM 2007. Member since August 9, 2005.
- I'm a aventurine thought poet for 46 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "A solitary thought, looking out upon rushing Life".
- I am a 20 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a major in English Education.
- I have 46 comments, 12 poems, 2 stories
My Poetry
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She looked down at her coffee as I dried dishes.
"I just want to understand, so that you won't think badly of me." -
Every Hope that rises new,
I wash tenderly with soft rags,
My Stories
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I know why I’m here. It didn’t quite go as we planned, did it? I couldn’t help it, though. You see there was this bum… Well, I met him on the back stairs of that apartment buil
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The mirror crack’d from side to side;
Guest Book
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Atalanta on December 14, 2005I'm afraid you have the city confused with the character from mythology.
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M.J. on December 14, 2005I think your name should be Atlanta because that's the proper spelling
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