Sometimes a little alone time is good
So lately, I've been feeling like solitude is very calming since there's been so much going on. It's actually quite relieving at times. *relaxing sigh* I haven't been this balanced with happiness in quite some time. That is definitely even more relieving.
In English, we've been studying Imagism poems, and even though I'm not exactly the biggest fan of them, I find that I really like somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond by ee cummings. I think it would have to be one of my favorites.
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 skillfully, 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
For some reason, it really touched me. Something to think about now. Well, what a random entry this is. I shall be off to read some of Catcher in the Rye and possibly study some spanish. Goodnight everyone!
In English, we've been studying Imagism poems, and even though I'm not exactly the biggest fan of them, I find that I really like somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond by ee cummings. I think it would have to be one of my favorites.
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 skillfully, 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
For some reason, it really touched me. Something to think about now. Well, what a random entry this is. I shall be off to read some of Catcher in the Rye and possibly study some spanish. Goodnight everyone!