Thursday, January 10, 2008

Somewhere ~

photo taken in my moms backyard after a spring shower

somewhere i have never travelled

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 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 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

ee cummings


  1. I love EE Cummings the words are so

    love ya

  2. Momma, this is a beautiful choice of poetry. It really reflects something more, right now...especially the last stanza.

    love you, always.

  3. I am a huge cummings fan. Thanks for sharing this.

  4. I've always been an e.e. cummings fan!

  5. It seems ee cummings has a lot of fans..!
    Count me as one too..!
    Hope you are well..?
    love sheila