tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190266586517817436.post6581044879819082055..comments2018-05-16T10:54:35.150+02:00Comments on Texas Is Haute: Nobody, not even the rain, has such small handsJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18033417019686794853noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190266586517817436.post-22327909519587533742008-12-25T21:59:00.000+01:002008-12-25T21:59:00.000+01:00Thanks, anonymous :)Thanks, anonymous :)Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18033417019686794853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190266586517817436.post-66649999068254265862008-12-21T06:56:00.000+01:002008-12-21T06:56:00.000+01:00Lovely photosLovely photosAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190266586517817436.post-33807215979220325902008-12-16T22:44:00.000+01:002008-12-16T22:44:00.000+01:00E.E. Cummings, page 112Somewhere I have Never Trav...E.E. Cummings, page 112<BR/><BR/>Somewhere I have Never Travelled <BR/><BR/><BR/>somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond<BR/>any experience,your eyes have their silence:<BR/>in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,<BR/>or which i cannot touch because they are too near<BR/><BR/>your slightest look easily will unclose me<BR/>though i have closed myself as fingers,<BR/>you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens<BR/>(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose<BR/><BR/>or if your wish be to close me, i and<BR/>my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,<BR/>as when the heart of this flower imagines<BR/>the snow carefully everywhere descending;<BR/><BR/>nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals<BR/>the power of your intense fragility: whose texture<BR/>compels me with the color of its countries,<BR/>rendering death and forever with each breathing<BR/><BR/>(i do not know what it is about you that closes<BR/>and opens; only something in me understands<BR/>the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)<BR/>nobody,not even the rain, has such small handsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com