when you are silent, shining host by guest
a snowingly enfolding glory is
all angry common things to disappear
causing through mystery miracle peace:
or (if begin the colours of you voice)
from some complete existence of to dream
into complete some dream of to exist
a stranger who is i awakening am.
Living no single thing dares partly seem
one antomy once, and every cannot stir
imagining, while you are motionless-
whose moving is more april than the year
(if all her most first little flowers rise
out of tremendous darkness into air)
-E. E. Cummings
2 comments:
the past two weeks have been full of life and death. i have been consumed by both at the same time - and their horror and beauty. be patient as i come back to earth once again.
A good one sandig:-)
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