i think i should have loved you presently, and given in earnest words i flung in jest; and lifted honest eyes for you to see, and caught your hand against my cheek and breast; and all my pretty follies flung aside that won you to me... and walk your memory's halls, austere, supreme, a ghost in marble of a girl you know who would have loved you in a day or two. ~edna st. vincent millay 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... or if you wish to be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly... ...nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility... (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 the roses) ~e.e.cummings |