Wednesday, August 15, 2007

"somewhere i have never travelled" 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 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

4 comments:

Pearle Deppsu said...

Чи дурлачихсан юм уу?

Tuvshin said...

Harin tiim yum shig bainaa. Odoo yana aa :P

Pearle Deppsu said...

hehe, yasan huurhun yum bee!!!
Minii eregtei nz nar durlahaaraa buur huurhun bolchdiin shd. Chinii harin yamar bolsoniig chin haraagui bolohoor buur sain helj medku ni ee. Zia amjilt. Iim saihan zaluug uurtuu durluuldag aztai ohin bnaa.
Hehe, neeree ene ugiig neg nzdaa helsen chin bi yamar od mod bish aztai bhdaa yahaw dee gej helsen ni sanagdchihlaa. Za amjilt husii. Hamgiin ineedtei ni bi bas durlaaskii gej

Tuvshin said...

:)