Sunday, February 28, 2010

From my favorite, ee cummings.

Last week, my friend Kaelah posted a picture of a tattoo that was the last line of a poem I really love, so I wanted to share it. It's by my very favorite poet, ee cummings. Some of his other poems appear to be jibberish, and he always breaks all the rules of capitalization, punctuation, and grammar, but its part of why I love him. There's meaning behind all the madness. And this one is just so beautiful to me. I'm not a big poetry person, so it takes a lot for me to love. And this, I love.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
ee cummings

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most fragile 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


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