{"id":4699,"date":"2024-06-27T10:14:21","date_gmt":"2024-06-27T14:14:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4699"},"modified":"2024-06-27T10:14:23","modified_gmt":"2024-06-27T14:14:23","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-268","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2024\/06\/27\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-268\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #268"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I enjoy E. E. Cummings’ poetry because it makes very little sense and yet all the sense in the world. His poetry was described as avant-garde and experimental. He used language in ways he wanted even if it went against all linguistic rules. He is described as “an unabashed lyricist, a modern cavalier love poet.” I have to read his poems several times but they are worth the effort. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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somewhere i have never travelled. gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in you 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 skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish to be close to me, i and 
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefullly everywhere descending;

nothing which 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)
nonbody, not even the rain, has such small hands

(somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond)
E. E. Cummings<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I enjoy E. E. Cummings’ poetry because it makes very little sense and yet all the sense in the world. His poetry was described as avant-garde and experimental. He used language in ways he wanted even if it went against all linguistic rules. He is described as “an unabashed lyricist, a modern cavalier love poet.” I have to read his poems several times but they are worth the effort. somewhere i have never travelled. gladly beyondany experience, your eyes have their silence:in you most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look easily will unclose methough i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first roseor if your wish to be close to me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,as when the heart of this flower imaginesthe snow carefullly everywhere descending;nothing which we are to perceive in this world equalsthe power of your intense fragility: whose texturecompels me with the colour of its countries,rendering death and forever with each breathing(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens; only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nonbody, not even the rain, has such small hands(somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond)E. E. Cummings<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4700,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4699","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4699","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4699"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4699\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4702,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4699\/revisions\/4702"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4700"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4699"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4699"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4699"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}