It is fascination to try to pinpoint the essence of something or someone. Of course, there is the danger that you can misread or limit someone, that it can become a trite stereotype that fails to do justice to the beauty of individuality. But I think metaphors were born out of the desire to love someone deeply and to express them in terms of other wonderful things. For this reason, I love this poem by ee cummings. it won't let me get the spacing right, so check it out here.
i have found what you are like
the rain
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of gren thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows
lurch and.press
--in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss
e e cummings
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With one heart in Burma and a few others in America, this daily sketchboat will sail across that vast, interminable expanse of ocean to bring us happy friends together again.
2 comments:
i am majorly in love with this
i ditto narwhal. this is much - so much.
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