Snow

[holamujer]

In recent weeks, admittedly with the help of the Woody Allen film Hannah and Her Sisters, I have become obsessed with 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

Comments

[five_x_five]

I love the first stanza of that one. One of my favorite poems by him is the one that starts "pity this busy monster, manunkind." You should read that one -- the last line is beautiful.

[holamujer]

let's go. =) I love "if you like my poems let them" also. What a genius.