~e.e. cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyondany 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 skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose
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Read the rest of this lovely poem here.
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4 comments:
This is one of my favorites. I used to read my complete Cummings poetry book and mark favorites with little scraps of paper. It was the only way I could find the poems again without having to go through each page.
That's funny Alkelda. My copy of Complete Poems is stuffed with sticky notes on all my old favorites. I found my copy at a library book sale a long time ago when I was in college and I fell in love with cummings. To find this rose poem all I had to do was google cummings and rose. What a world!
This is one of my favorites, too. Such a romantic poem. And such a lovely photo to go with it!
I never read this until today. Thank you for introducing it to me. Might be perfect for my wedding program. 8:-)
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