Aníron

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 skilfully, misteriously) 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 we are to perceive in this world equals 

the power of your intense 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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