Monday, September 26, 2005

ee cummings

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your 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 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 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)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

Friday, September 02, 2005


Here are some links to other blogs that I like. I still can't do a 'links' section. I have tried but only managed to turn my blog a nice shade of blue for a short period. This can't wait any longer though. Look these up, they're good !

more to come in the future...


I’ve taken a leaf out of the Hungry Blogger’s book. Today Ana and I went blackberry picking. The hedgerows have tons of blackberries at the minute. I brought them home and Gillian McKeith-ed them with some strawberries, oats, almonds, cinnamon and honey. Email me if you want the recipe. It’s yummy.

The Good, the Bad and the Muggley

Those nasty pasties at Radio 1 gave away the end of the new (new for me, old for everyone else) Harry Potter. The rotters. Just as I was starting to like Radio 1 as well. They’d never have done that on Radio 4.