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 skilfully,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.

(E. E. Cummings)



Additional information

Dimensions 50 × 50 cm

Digital art on canvas