Since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers.
Don't cry--
the best gesture of my brain is less
than your eyelids' flutter
which says we are for each other:
then laugh,
leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph.
And death i think is no parenthesis
por e.e.cummings
2 comments:
Esta tua escolha foi profunda e racionalmente pensada :))
De E E Cummings gosto deste (ou não aparecesse em Hanna and Her Sisters)
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 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
E se esse (Woody) não andasse metido ao barulho é que eu me admirava! (:
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