| BEAUTY AND THE BEAST I Arise From Dreams Of Thee Poetry |
| A SINGLE NIGHT / LOVE SONG How shall I hold my soul, that it may not be touching yours? How shall I lift it thenaboove you to where other things are waiting? Ah, gladly would I lodge it, all-forgot,with some lost thing the dark is isolating on some remote and silent spot that, when your depths vibrate, is not itself vibrating. You and me - all that lights upon us, though, brings us together like a fiddle-bow drawing one voice from two strings it glides along. Across what instruments have we been spanned ? And what violinist holds us in his hand ?/ O sweetest song. RANIER MARIA RILKE |
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| THE VOICE OF HER EYES 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 will easily 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 intence 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 E. E. CUMMINGS |
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