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
(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 ( from somewwhere i have never travelled)
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
(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 ( from somewwhere i have never travelled)
In the movie, Hannah and Her Sisters, a man tries to tell a woman that he loves her by buying her a copy of the Complete Collection of Poems by e.e. cummings
"Don't forget to turn to page 112! It reminded me of you," he tells her. Watch the film clip below:
Excerpt from Hannah and Her Sisters
The beginnings of love are never more hauntingly or more beautifully described as in this poem by Cummings.
Listen to it being read and transport your mind back to that day when you too can hear the music for the very first time.
The beginnings of love are never more hauntingly or more beautifully described as in this poem by Cummings.
Listen to it being read and transport your mind back to that day when you too can hear the music for the very first time.
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Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio - Lute Player |
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