Even the weather was crazy! On Tuesday, it snowed a bit. On Friday, it was rainy, but mild. Come Sunday, we will be at 85 degrees. Sigh. I think that means Spring must have been sometime Thursday evening.
Don’t know about you, but this is one week that I am quite happy to move gladly beyond. So in honor of that, I’ll share one of my favorite poems to send us all into a welcome weekend break.
|somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond|
|by 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 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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