Saturday, November 04, 2006

[somewhere i have never travelled]

it's almost 6 in the morning. my back misses my bed badly. i'm not really tired. not even sleepy. just worried that i'm not getting enough (and regular) sleep.

anyways, i stumbled upon this e.e. cummings work. it became popular when they used it as theme of an american series (i think it was beauty and the beast) that was shown in the philippines back in the late 80s or early 90s.

[somewhere i have never travelled]

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 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

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