i work on sixth avenue. smack in the middle of downtown. could i be even more enamored with this city.
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands somehwere 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 colour 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
Makes me think of courting, of when I received letters from my husband. And also of a friend from long ago who wrote a poem of similar style. Nice fall day here, overcast, but dry; leaves blowing across the lawn; lights strung up the lightpoles; flags blowing in the breeze; a giant Christmas wreath hung outside my window.
"It's getting to be a lot like Christmas . . .." Just in time for December 1.
all birthday gifts to yours truly should be postmarked by today. ;) -- remember, i moved one building over so all that changed was the last 2 digits from 24 to 34. still apartment D. xoxoxoxx
and how did you get the house, the land and the husband before me, HL? hee, hee... can i get a rub, rub... ;) miss you so much it almost hurts. i'm getting ready for maud's visit. where should i take her now that it is blistering cold outside [which i love, btw]. i'm thinking saturday market, portland city grill, powel's, pearl district and 23rd, and then to saucebox [aka softspot] and ... i need ideas. nat is running low on energy.
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i work on sixth avenue. smack in the middle of downtown. could i be even more enamored with this city.
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands somehwere 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 colour 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
Reading my favorite poem makes me happy. thank you
csm
Makes me think of courting, of when I received letters from my husband. And also of a friend from long ago who wrote a poem of similar style. Nice fall day here, overcast, but dry; leaves blowing across the lawn; lights strung up the lightpoles; flags blowing in the breeze; a giant Christmas wreath hung outside my window.
"It's getting to be a lot like Christmas . . .." Just in time for December 1.
HL
all birthday gifts to yours truly should be postmarked by today. ;) -- remember, i moved one building over so all that changed was the last 2 digits from 24 to 34. still apartment D. xoxoxoxx
and how did you get the house, the land and the husband before me, HL? hee, hee... can i get a rub, rub... ;) miss you so much it almost hurts. i'm getting ready for maud's visit. where should i take her now that it is blistering cold outside [which i love, btw]. i'm thinking saturday market, portland city grill, powel's, pearl district and 23rd, and then to saucebox [aka softspot] and ... i need ideas. nat is running low on energy.
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