"Life is the total sum of what you do with the moments given you." - Erwin Mcmanus

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

(photo by moi)

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 skillfully, 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 

I first heard this poem in my American Literature class and ever since I have loved it. There is something about poetry that compels me unlike any other type of writing. Poetry can evoke such imagery and wonder. On any account, I'm going to try writing poetry more consistently. Care to join me?

- Emily

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