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Somewhere I have never travelled
E.E. Cummings
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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
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E.E.
Uitslag poll
Omdat de poll overduidelijk uitwijst dat E.E. Cummings favoriet is onder jullie lezers, als het gaat om Engelstalige dichters, hier nog een gedicht van zijn hand.
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i am so glad and very merely my fourth will cure the laziest self of weary the hugest sea of shore so far your nearness reaches a lucky fifth of you turns people into eachs and cowards into grow our can'ts were born to happen our mosts have died in more our twentieth will open wide a wide open door we are so both and oneful night cannot be so sky sky cannot be so sunful i am through you so i ..
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Poemhunter
E.E. Cummings
Zoals jullie wel zullen weten ben ik een groot liefhebber van het werk van E.E. Cummings.
Nu kwam ik pas op de site http://www.poemhunter.com en daar enorme veel van zijn gedichten te lezen. Een aanrader!
Hier een voorproefje:
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You shall above all things…
youshall above all things be glad and young
For if you’reyoung,whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you areglad
whatever’s living will yourself become.
Girlboys maynothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her onlylove
whose any mystery makes every man’s
flesh put spaceon;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think,maygod forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for thatway knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation’sdead undoom.
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
thanteach ten thousand stars how not to dance
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E.E. Cummings
Nog maar een gedicht van een bijzondere dichter E.E. Cummings
Ik had weer eens zin in een mooi gedicht van de Amerikaanse dichter E.E. Cummings (1894-1962).
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I like mybody when its with your
body. It isso quite new a thing.
Musclesbetter and nerves more.
I like yourbody. I like what it does,
I like itshows. I like to feel the spine
of yourbody and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again andagain and again
kiss, Ilike kissing this and that of you,
I like,slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of yourelectric fur, and what-is-it comes
overparting flesh . And eyes big love-crumbs
Andpossibly I like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
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