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 you wish to be close to 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
That last line makes my heart flutter! Glad I'm not the only one :-)
ReplyDeletei love this poem, but unfortunately the last line always makes me think of that jonathan taylor thomas christmas movie with Jessica Biel. ever see that? Jessica tells this story about how JTT quoted that to her once, and how romantic it was, and this stupid guy who is also into her starts talking about how small her ears are or something like that.
ReplyDeleteWhyyyyyyyyyyy are you trying to ruin my life?
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