Showing posts with label e. e. cummings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label e. e. cummings. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 31, 2012


Adorablest puppy.  Too cute to resist.
hist whist

by e.e. cummings (1894-1962)

hist whist
little ghostthings
little twitchy
witches and tingling
hob-a-nob hob-a-nob

The poem is still under copyright sooo read the rest here.

Photo lifted from The Daily Office.

Monday, February 14, 2011


somewhere i have never travelled - by e. e. cummings

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 skillfully, 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

Image from Wikipedia.