Feb 26, 2010
Feb 21, 2010
BANDINI
HUMMINGBIRD
SLEEPY HOLLOW BEACH
SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELED, GLADLY BEYOND
- EE CUMMINGS
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 will easily 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
SLEEPY HOLLOW BEACH
SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELED, GLADLY BEYOND
- EE CUMMINGS
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 will easily 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
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 14, 2010
Feb 8, 2010
GOGOL HAD IT RIGHT
"I do confess that I ask for nothing more out of life than devotion and respect, respect and devotion."
smart man. wish I'd listened to him sooner.
smart man. wish I'd listened to him sooner.
Feb 5, 2010
Feb 4, 2010
Grand Canyon
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