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
The soundtrack to this wonderful tv show has long been out of print, but if you can manage to track down a seller, you should get a copy...it mixes poetry readings with beautiful songs and is the best Christmas present my sister ever gave me, way back in the 80s! :)
Here is a link: http://www.amazon.com/Beauty-Beast-Of-Love-Hope/dp/B000BLI3BG
And you can hear the song "The First Time I Loved Forever," mixed with e.e. Cummings...it's absolutely stunning, but not at all safe to listen to if you're in an emotionally vulnerable state right now: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI4UBk0ICGc
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
Here is a link: http://www.amazon.com/Beauty-Beast-Of-Love-Hope/dp/B000BLI3BG
And you can hear the song "The First Time I Loved Forever," mixed with e.e. Cummings...it's absolutely stunning, but not at all safe to listen to if you're in an emotionally vulnerable state right now: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI4UBk0ICGc
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