Sunday, April 15, 2012

somewhere beyond understanding

what is it about you which (very skilfully,
beautifully) compels me,opens and closes eyes.
i never touch if we are too near;
your eyes enclose silence

somewhere beyond gesture.
they are always descending:
rendering nothing of me
not even the rain.

your breathing is deeper than all
such hands easily unclose the texture of its countries:
frail snow to small roses whose color has travelled
everywhere the heart imagines.

you have your first look
of intense fragility
that i experience in your fingers
i have closed myself.

with each slightest touching
my life gladly opens
as most things which suddenly close.

mysteriously nobody understands
your power ;something in the voice
will shut petal by petal
as this flower equals death

and Spring cannot open forever
in the world i perceive
because i do not know
your wish to me or to myself.

Christine Fojas
prompt: parody: e.e. cummings' "somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond."
notes: The words are from the original, which is not exactly a parody, but I thought it would make an interesting exercise. Cummings is one of my favorite poets, but I find him a little difficult to read.

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