Sunday, September 11, 2005

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

somewhere i have never traveled, 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



Blogger Georges said...

Good quote!
By the way, you now have a link from my blog to yours, so please do not remove the poem! ;-)

5:06 PM  
Blogger Ruben Hernandez said...

Hey, you can also find this beautiful poem in Woody Allen's Hanah and her sisters, just when Michael Caine gives the book that Mia Farrow happens to read at night, before going to bed. Nice choice of yours!

7:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I thought he gave that book to Leah. Had a guy once give it to me but when i wanted to discus it with him (it was hard for me to grasp the first time around) he said he didn't understand it and that it was too hard for him to read. I wonder if he was telling the truth? LOL

8:58 AM  
Blogger D said...

Thanks for posting this!
Its lovely.

Dave in Japan.

3:04 AM  
Blogger Braden said...

aaaah the refreshing beauty that is e e cummings.

1:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

One of my favourite poems (shame about the typo in the first word. :)

Glad to see it online


6:12 AM  
Anonymous Caio said...

Actually, in Allen's movie, the guy gives the book to Leah, with whom he is in love with.
It's really a good choice!

7:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

in my country one band made song with this poetry :)

2:57 AM  
Blogger thew said...

here's a poem i wrote in respone to the cummings.....

an ode to the poet who’s kicked my ass all this week
(matthew hupert)


hey ee cummings
yous got me humming
witda verses (and stylez) that u

nobody, not even

u - fresh frunt to back
me – slashandburn hack
I roar-roar:red instead of pale

nobody, not even the rain, has

difficult dense
yous plays with spilling and tense
until a (sudden) line elegant —— sweet like a newlywed

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

12:08 PM  
Blogger Joseph said...

thank you

10:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

thew, did you KNOWINGLY rip that last line from a very well-known Persian poet?

4:03 PM  
Anonymous said...

I saw that beautiful poem on a movie: "Annah and The Sisters"

10:02 AM  
Blogger Renee said...

What does this poem mean? It sounds pretty but I'm not good with symbolism and such. Can you help me understand and appreciate it please!

12:39 PM  
Anonymous Joe said...

A band called La Dispute did this poem as a song. Unfortunately I can't find a link to it on the internet as it's an early song from a not-very-well-know bang, but they do it very well.

11:23 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

and the line "not even the rain has such small hands" appears at the beginning of williams' "glass managerie"

9:01 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks, I had forgotten about this poem. It fills me with longing and hope. Great post.

Superdave in Oregon

4:18 PM  
Anonymous ellie said...

the song by La Dispute

2:21 PM  
Anonymous Séb said...

I just love it.
From France.

For you :

3:20 PM  
Anonymous Ron said...

What does the poem mean?

6:49 PM  
Anonymous Marcelo (Brazil) said...

It is also cited in the british TV production The Hour.

6:17 PM  
Blogger SaloonSinger said...

Quoted in Sports Illustrated by a writer who noted Bobby Orr's small hands.

12:50 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You have the wrong title listed for this poem. It's "somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond."

7:55 PM  

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