Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Saturday, January 2, 2010

since feeling is first by e.e. cummings

since feeling is first

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 each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis

ee cummings


Jean Francois said...

To hear such a beautiful poem sung like this, is purely amazing!

We are certainly very lucky that "Spring is in the world"

Thank you so much sweet Vesna :)

zoe said...

what a perfect post! i love this poem, love, love, love. and it is perfect in a sort of round like this: ignoring all syntax, rolling it all together...
two beautiful posts on love by you today, how happy i am!
hvala puno, moya mila!

zoe said...

oops. moja mila :D