Found this poem a few weeks ago while going through my “inspiration chest”. Before it gets pushed to the back of my consciousness again, I thought posting it on my blog would be a good reminder for myself.<\/p>\n
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
\nany experience,your eyes have their silence:
\nin your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
\nor which i cannot touch because they are too near<\/p>\nyour slightest look will easily unclose me
\nthough i have closed myself as fingers,
\nyou open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
\n(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose<\/p>\nor if your wish be to close me, i and
\nmy life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
\nas when the heart of this flower imagines
\nthe snow carefully everywhere descending;
\nnothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
\nthe power of your intense fragility: whose texture
\ncompels me with the color of its countries,
\nrendering death and forever with each breathing<\/p>\n(i do not know what it is about you that closes
\nand opens; only something in me understands
\nthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
\nnobody, not even the rain, has such small hands<\/p>\n— e.e. cummings<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Read more about E.E. Cummings here<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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