Monday, February 1, 2010

love exploding

but if a living dance upon dead minds
why,it is love;but at the earliest spear
of sun perfectly should disappear
moon's utmost magic,or stones speak or one
name control more incredible splendor than
our merely universe, love's also there:
and being here imprisoned,tortured here
love everywhere exploding maims and blinds
(but surely does not forget,perish, sleep
cannot be photographed,measured;disdains
the trivial labelling of punctual brains...
-Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
from only Whom shall time no refuge keep
though all the weird worlds must be opened?

~ e.e. cummings

(all photos from here)


  1. Beautiful images, and one of my favourite poets, he gets me every time... Lovely post!

  2. Well im glad that you dropped by my blog, i love yours just as much!!! Definitely the Norwegian 's "The Three Princess of Whiteland" there's just something so hauntingly beautiful about that tale, have you ever heard of it? If not look it up- hope you'll like it as much as I do! :)
    Hope you have a fantastic weekend, take care luve!