Wanna give a wordgift?
Aug. 19th, 2004 12:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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klwalton can't see it -- I'll open it up on her birthday]
It'sklwalton's birthday in a week. Anyone wanna give her a wordgift? She loves words and the beauty of poetry and good prose, and I thought that with you crew, that was a good bet for a b'day present from your resident flat-broke writer, along with all y'all. So if you want to give my dear friend a lift on her birthday, please post a comment here, giving her a gift of your words -- it can be spontaneous or studied, poetic or pragmatic, prettily formatted or not, your own words or not -- whatever you feel like sharing with her will, I'm sure, make her day. Who's in?
Here's my contribution:
The green tomatoes
were tiger-striped,
and the red stippled with deep indigo
layered with cheese and herbs
laid in studied disarray
on the trays you strained to hold
and I sat in surprise
that time didn't stand still
that all eyes didn't focus on you
on this gift,
this effort,
this exertion
all pretty in green and red and indigo
and your exasperation, clearly loving,
clearly
clearly
you
klwalton can't see it -- I'll open it up on her birthday]It's
klwalton's birthday in a week. Anyone wanna give her a wordgift? She loves words and the beauty of poetry and good prose, and I thought that with you crew, that was a good bet for a b'day present from your resident flat-broke writer, along with all y'all. So if you want to give my dear friend a lift on her birthday, please post a comment here, giving her a gift of your words -- it can be spontaneous or studied, poetic or pragmatic, prettily formatted or not, your own words or not -- whatever you feel like sharing with her will, I'm sure, make her day. Who's in?Here's my contribution:
The green tomatoes
were tiger-striped,
and the red stippled with deep indigo
layered with cheese and herbs
laid in studied disarray
on the trays you strained to hold
and I sat in surprise
that time didn't stand still
that all eyes didn't focus on you
on this gift,
this effort,
this exertion
all pretty in green and red and indigo
and your exasperation, clearly loving,
clearly
clearly
you
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e.e. cummings
Date: 2004-08-19 01:32 pm (UTC)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