Thursday, April 1, 2010

skin like porcelain

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart


We tumbled home in the morning bloody and bruised but patched up best we could
and we smiled still. These are the smiles of tired days. These are the smiles of sandy hair sandy eyes sandy mind. These are what we have left over when we have lived everything else.
We watched the moon set and then flipped over and watched the sun rise on our other side.
This is what is left when you have lived even the memories.

(poem by e.e. cummings)


  1. the light in these are exquisite. and, oh, e.e.cummings i'll never get over my crush on you. ...continue to love your blog, erica! it's like a breath of sweet air after a crazy day!

  2. Beautiful post as always, I want to be in that second image... Your writing is wonderful, sad but full of the whispers of long summer days and nights, just gorgeous!

  3. Those photographs are so lovely. I am a ee cummings fan too.