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viernes, 5 de enero de 2018

sábado, 27 de agosto de 2016

LXX

here is the ocean,this is the moonlight:say
that both precisely beyond either were—
so in darkness ourselves go,mind in mind
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which is the thrilling least of all(for love’s
secret supremely clothers herself with day)
.
i mean,should any curious dawn discuss
our mingling spirits,you would disappear
unreally;as this planet(understand)
.
forgets the entire and perpetual sea
.
but if yourself consider wonderful
that your(how luminous)life toward twilight will
dissolve reintegrate beckon through me,
i think it is less wonderful than this
.
only by you my heart always moves
 
E. E. Cummings | "LXX".
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19

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
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may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
for even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
.
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile 
 
E. E. Cummings | "19".
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miércoles, 1 de junio de 2016

I carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
.
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
.
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) 

E. E. Cummings | "I carry your heart with me".
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miércoles, 27 de abril de 2016

I like my body

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh…And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new
 
E. E. Cummings | "I like my body".
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sábado, 12 de marzo de 2016

Lady, i will touch you with my mind

Lady, i will touch you
with my mind.

Touch you and touch and touch
until you give

me suddenly a smile,
shyly obscene

(lady i will
touch you with my mind.) Touch
you, that is all,

lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite care

the poem which i do not write.


E.E. Cummings | "Lady, I will touch you with my mind".
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