somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

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

Source: Poets.org

They say you will either love or hate E.E.Cummings. You might not get him at all and believe that his poetry is just a bunch of words (sometimes made up words) strung together with weird punctuation, line spaces at all the wrong places, parenthesis used like no other poet does(what to they mean! Why is he using them?) or you might be like me and soak in the way his words excite me, make me feel something beyond any other experience. I don’t do love poetry! I am not sure I can. But, this is my attempt to show my love for the words. He is definitely my current favourite poet and no other poet’s work astounds me like he does. I have also mirrored him by using mostly small letters even for the ‘I’ in my poem, and playing by my own rules.

O! moonshine

your essence rides with me as i sit stand breathe walk
like my favourite perfume that i would choose repeatedly, always.

the timbre of your delicately juxtaposed words earworm my being morn noon night
tattooing itself on my soul that I may pass it on through life and death to my rebirth

my mind beats a bit faster my heart is on fever sleep is for the uninitiated
my breathe pauses to witness your next performance

waiting to be swept away gladly beyond the known
O! moonshine of language, rub off (your glitter) on me a little.

C for E.E.Cummings, poem – O! Moonshine – #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterAtoZ #NaPoWriMo
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  • April 4, 2019 at 2:16 am
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    ‘tattooing itself on my soul’ – such a beautiful expression of an age old emotion in a new context. I don’t need to tell you how brilliant a poetess you are. I only wish I could write such beautiful lines like you.

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  • April 3, 2019 at 6:21 pm
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    I loved the following lines.

    words earworm my being morn noon night
    tattooing itself on my soul that I may pass it on through life and death to my rebirth

    I like the idea of words tattooing themselves on the soul and passing on through life and death to a person’s rebirth. I am sure you are familiar with Thiruvalluvar who wrote the Thirukkural. There is one small kural which in Tamil is,

    Theinar sutta pun ullarum, aarathe navinar sutta vadu

    Translated into English, it means:

    Even if you burn a person with fire the wound will heal, but if you curse a person with searing words which hurt his soul the wound you inflict on his soul will never heal.

    This was obviously written in order to bring out the deviltry in cursing people using powerful words. On the other hand what you have written mirrors positivity wherein we eagerly wish words to become a part of us to be remembered forever.

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    • April 3, 2019 at 6:43 pm
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      Firstly, I want to thank you Jai for reading my poem so closely and reflecting on it. I do feel honoured and happy about it.

      Secondly, I regret not knowing other languages like how I know English. I talk tamil well but cannot read and write in it. I know kannada to read but as a third language. And hindi I can read but never paid much attention to it. In recent times, I have felt like I have lost out on a wealth of knowledge because of this.

      And you got the essence of what I was trying to say. Some words, some actions, some loves are too deep that we would want to carry it on with us, we want them to be part of our soul.

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  • April 3, 2019 at 4:22 pm
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    So beautifully done!

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  • April 3, 2019 at 8:29 am
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    Such a beautiful rendering. A true intimacy in your words for your loved one.

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  • April 3, 2019 at 12:30 am
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    “my mind beats a bit faster my heart is on fever sleep is for the uninitiated
    my breathe pauses to witness your next performance”

    Beautiful!

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