Thursday, February 12, 2009

My traveling heart is learning everything there is to know about foreign towns, foreign tongues, and silence.

you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
Looking into
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.

....and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
moved as though
fingers touch a girl's
Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered
you said Is by e.e. cummings


peaitlreiecnia said...

you must read so much! the diversity of your finds is so great. i hope you had a nice valentine's day

Calvin said...

Thanks :) enjoy your valentine's as well!