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E.E. Cummings

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
anby 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

3 comments:

aCey said...

(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)

...i love this part, ate j! :) i wonder why you posted this poem. is it for some1?

Anonymous said...

acey,

not really for someone...i just like the poem

>>jassy<<

ciaring said...

shempre napakanta ako ng "the first time i love foreveeer.." hehe. love it. :)

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