Poems
Poetry by Edward Estlin Cummings – one of my new favorite authors ;)
To be a Fool
Since feeling is first;
who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world
My blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom.
Lady- I swear by all flowers.
Don’t cry –the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter
which says
we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death I think is no parenthesis !
{My love – who doesn’t take a risk is a fool. i know the little things, and pay attention to them, I know you. our benefits are what make my life worth living. we will live on forever and are meant to be – whatever comes we face together. }
Go
let it go-
the smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise-let it go it
was sworn to
go
let them go-
the truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers-you must let them go they
were born
to go
let all go-the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things-
let all go dear
so comes love
{ Everything goes. There is a time for everything. People go. Life goes. We must all learn to let go. Good things come to those who give up willingly }
Somewhere I have never traveled
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 skillfully, 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 is 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
{ You take me where I’ve never been. You may not have made me, but you can open and close me like a book. You can read me, you know me, you see me and I am a part of your life. Everything about you, and I is delicate. I cannot fathom the affect you have on me }
This was a poem written by one of my friends and he said it was kind of like his response to the poem, To Be a Fool by E. E. Cummings. He said, “It’s basically what I think of all my friends, and how friends and love is important in life.” Everyone has their own perspective. Enjoy!
Beyond Death – By Dominic Bernamonti
What is Death but a passage from one world to the next?
When the time comes and a friend moves on, they never die.
For they live on in our hearts, with the love and passion that friends have.
So the same goes for lovers, or those whom might have been lovers.
They never dwindle in our hearts, even though they might break it.
From the Moment I met you, until beyond the moment I die, I will always love you.
And, unless you are a simple crook or charlatan, then you will always love me.
When one of us dies or moves on with our lives, it is not a goodbye, simply “Until we meet again”.
Life’s true value isn’t in the jobs we have, or the money we make.
It is those we love, and those who love us, for they are the only ones waiting past the portal cloaked by Death…
