Nobody, not even the rain

somewhere i have . . .

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 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

Comments

[martyn lee]

i have been searching and searching for 'somewhere i have... I needed to send it to someone for it spoke much better than i could. i stumbled across it quite by chance on your lovely, delightful site. touched me, made me laugh. So thank you.

Martyn

[hayat]

merhaba hayat...
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[Tyler]

This is one of my favorite poems Sammy. Thank you so much for your hospitality and generous spirit---we truly enjoyed our San Francisco experience. Many thanks and hugs. Tyler.