Tuesday, May 31, 2011

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

Paolo Roversi 
There's a sense of urgency in her face that I feel in my heart.

"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"

by E. E. Cummings

2 comments:

Rosa said...

Wonderful poem! So delicate, so tender. Another post I love, Diane.
This blog is really special. ;)

hugs and kissses. :)

diane said...

Thank you Rosa, your visits mean a lot to me :)*

xoxo