Poetry Posting
Poetry meme from
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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 enclose 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
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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 enclose 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
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After all, anyone who can refer to "small, important breasts" is okay by me!
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*g*
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It’s called The Enormous Room (you can find it on Amazon). It’s the true story of how, when he was a member of the American ambulance corps in France during WWI, he was jailed for three months. He was arrested for strange yet cool reasons. It would take to long to explain the background, so you’ll just have to check it out!
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I can't be greedy and expect some HoYay in this, huh? ;)
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But he did get arrested because of his friend (who was also incarcerated along with him). And his friend figures prominently in the book. And he was quite young at the time (this all happened in 1917, just after he graduated from university). There's lots of potential!
I was planning on reading it again anyways, so I'll keep a gay eye out.
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lj has twisted me beyond redemption, I fear.
Not that it's a bad thing, mind you. A new outlook on life is always a good thing.
Bring on the HoYay!
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I always seem to discover a new poem everytime I read his stuff, there are just so many.
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::blinks::
Wow, that's wonderful - thanks for the introduction!
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He's got quite the way with words, doesn't he?
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LOL!
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I know that feeling!
But it's not that weird, really. Ol' ee comes up with the most amazing phrases sometimes. They just stick in your head, they're so perfect. I don't read a lot of poetry, but the stuff I like I read over and over again, as if I'm listening to music.