Posts tagged ‘Rome’

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Rome, I am hoping to meet you again sometime soon.

To meet the blue, the gold, the darkness, the light resting in you.

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Daha önce hiç uçmamış gibi yürüyordu, yaşı epey vardı sanki.. ama göründüğü kadar değil.. öyle dedi. Uzaklardan gelmiş, çok olmuş.. Neden diye sordum, “dervişlik şehirde olur dediler, geldim” dedi. “Şehri üzerime giydim yavaş yavaş, duvarlarını, merdivenlerini, sokaklarını, karanlıklarını… insanlarını bir de, gözlerimin karalığının sebebi onlar. Hepsinden öğreniyorum, sonra unutmak için.”

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Some look better in dim light

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Most of the time I think that the details say a lot more than the general.

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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 will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, 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 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

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 skilfully,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 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

– See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15401#sthash.wIbUUuqL.dpu

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 skilfully,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 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

– See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15401#sthash.wIbUUuqL.dpuf

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