April is National Poetry Month as declared by the Academy of American Poets. I have of late been startled by how much non-fiction I consume and the effect it has on my output as a writer. So this month, I will {hopefully} post a poem everyday. I will post something I write fresh and a great poem from someone else.
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
by E. E. Cummings
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 flowers by Austin Pfeiffer one bloom on the green yard pops pink and blue wagging a finger at you the lips purse out an inviting bubble gum, the kindest and deeply nubile ripeness petals as pillows and arms of spring's long until autumn's song
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