Sunday, January 2, 2011

Sunday Morning Poetry


The Voice of Her Eyes

somewhere i have never traveled, 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 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 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

-e.e.cummings


16 comments:

Jeanne said...

Beautiful
I love all you share.
Happy New Year
Love you
Jeanne♥

Mrs. E said...

Cummings is the best! Love it!

Amy said...

Sigh ... beautiful ...

rosaria said...

Lovely! Thoughtful. Thanks for sharing so generously.

Roban said...

Such a lovely poem... and photo. Thanks for sharing them with me.

Roban

Suz said...

First of all..I love the photo!!
the frailness and delicacy of the hands
and then the first lines of the poetry drew me right in as magic always does
love your choice for today
Are you planning that blogfest yet

Jennifer Richardson said...

makes me feel so light
on my feet.
And in my heart.
Hmmmm....
I love coming around
to visit your place:)
-Jennifer

Char said...

lovely and to me, almost springlike

SE'LAH... said...

the photo draws me in...
and the poetry is always such a delight.

wishing you and yours a very
happy new year. one love, my dear friend.

Derrick said...

Happy New Year to you and all the family, Relyn! And a belated Happy Birthday to your Dad; that was a lovely tribute. Your advice for Sloane was also a wonderful way to offer help and support, so that it might always be on hand. I'm not familiar with Cummings; never thought of the rain having hands!

Vickie said...

Happy New Year!!!

I read the poem twice just because I always like to read each line, to hold every meaning. Beautiful words delivered by such a beautiful you!!! Thank you for sharing this poem.

Marilyn said...

Oh the voice in your eyes speaks volumes. I can color my day and bring sunshine to my life.

Thanks once more for lovely words.

Patti said...

Love it- especially the first stanza and the last stanza- cummings is a fav of mine!

Scrappy Grams said...

I have a question. Is the word "with" supposed to be "wish" in the first line of the 3rd stanza?

Relyn said...

Wish. Yes. Thanks, Scrappy.

robin bird said...

me :-)
and
you :-)
Xo

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