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Monday, November 14, 2011

Nobody, Not Even The Rain, Has Such Small Hands



Somewhere I have never traveled, 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 colour 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

2 comments:

sabri.maqbool said...

ee cummings did not use traditional capitalization - he did not intend for "Somewhere" and "Your" and "Nothing" to be capitalized. ("Spring" is fine as is.)

leenah. said...

agreed.