yeah.
[somewhere i have never travelled]
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 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
http://www-scf.usc.edu/~thier/ee/
oops.. and the former is highly recommended.
I did a short report on e e cummings last semester for my poetry class. One interesting discovery I made was a note that he wrote to his father when he was six:
FATHER DEAR. BE, YOUR FATHER-GOOD AND GOOD,
HE IS GOOD NOW, IT IS NOT GOOD TO SEE IT RAIN,
FATHER DEAR IS, IT, DEAR, NO FATHER DEAR,
LOVE, YOU DEAR,
ESTLIN.
He was certainly a poet from the time he began writing...
Best Last name ever ...
ah sorry :(
I have a small collection from a library cd I ripped of EE cummings reading his own poetry. I could send it to anybody who wanted it.
if you like that I have a similar recording of langston hughes reading his own stuff