Somewhere I have never travelled.

Nov 29, 2007 14:46

(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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bezsmertni November 29 2007, 23:10:29 UTC
omg i love that bit of that poem

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symurgh November 29 2007, 23:11:04 UTC
That's the only bit that makes sense to me.

E.E. Cummings is weird.

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bezsmertni November 29 2007, 23:11:46 UTC
yeah, its the only bit of any poem by him that i like :P

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