Monday, February 14, 2005

happy valentine's

~~ ee cummings

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

6 comments:

Lorena said...

i know, i love his poetry.
now i need to get some chocolates!! :)

{illyria} said...

i love this poem, lorena. it's the only one of ee cummings' i know by heart...

Anonymous said...

Happy Valentine's! That poem was lovely, I just bought a book of Pablo Neruda's poetry. I hardly ever read poetry, only the e-mails you send out every once in a while. Thanks!

Lorena said...

that is so cool transience. we have similar tastes. i want to memorize a poem that long!

zulema, i love neruda. i almost put a poem of his instead.

{illyria} said...

i loev pablo neruda, too. i lovedlovedloved his "clenched soul."

Lorena said...

clenched soul is a favorite
"Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?"
:)