E.E. Cummings

20.

a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand.  I think i too have known
autumn too long.

                      (and what have you to say,
wind wind wind - did you love somebody
and have you the petal of somewhere in your heart
pinched from dumb summer?
                                           O crazy daddy
of death dance cruelly for us and start

the last leaf whirling in the final brain
of air!)  Let us as we have seen see
doom's integration ... a wind has blown the rain

away and the leaves and the sky and the
trees stand:
              the trees stand.  The trees,
suddenly wait  against the moon's face.


225.
 

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
 



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