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Comment 117 of 257, added on August 26th, 2008 at 2:26 AM.

i think this is the most beautiful thing i've ever read.
my favorite line of all poetry is:
(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)

just something about that line! from the first time i read it, i have been
able to quote it. i can't wait until i feel something like that for
another.

dani see from United States
Comment 116 of 257, added on June 21st, 2008 at 2:37 PM.

The heart is like a rose, opening and closing depending on the reaction of
the lover. The rose opens and closes depending on the amount of rain.
Cummings says, "no one, not even the rain, has such small hands". (That
line is one that stuck with me after I first read this poem in '06...so
intimate..!) The rain has great power and also delicacy in relation to the
rose. There is intimacy in the rain, in having power over something as
intimate as a rose. In metaphor, the rain is a symbol of love, which has
power over something as intimate as the heart. A heart can so quickly
open and close to love, it is at love's mercy.

ps Check out "Lonliness...a leaf falls" too if you haven't yet. (oops did
I give away the secret?)

Stephanie from United States
Comment 115 of 257, added on May 13th, 2008 at 7:29 AM.

"I know not what it is about you that closes and opens
But something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all
roses.
Nothing..Not even the rain has such small hands."

What closes and opens ?
Ans : Eyes , And each blink is a memory of the life as it unfolds in front
of us. Closes so many doors

and opens so many more.
In real terms can mean, Each refrain of the woman he loves is an avenue for
more. He is being positive

that when it closes it opens to a new realisation in him.

Something in me? what is this something in relation to the above.
This disdain of his love by her results in his opening his heart to new
ways of experiencing that love

which he has for this person.

What is the voice of the eyes? In relation to the depth of a rose.
The eyes produce tears, these tears are both of happiness and sorrow.
The voice of the eyes is, they reflect the state of a person, is he happy
sad melancholy or yearning for

unrequited love. I think he yearns for that love and her reaction brings
tears to his eyes. Now he

morefully describes what these tears are of which memory. The perfume of a
rose is its beauty, which

colors the eyes with love which it symbolises and the fragrance of this
love is lingering. Just by

imagining a Rose we can imagine the fragrance. SO is his love for this
woman who is as fragrant as the

perfume of a fresh rose and as dainty as its petals. Colored with time.

Nothing.. Not even the rain has such small hands...
on another note he says.. its all NOTHING....I am just like every other
person, frail in love and easily

hurt.
Hands give and she gives him her hand that is so small for him, he wants
more and yet realises she holds back so much, Deeper than all oceans. This
realisation is happiness for the

author, Like, Can we imagine a small childs glee while it plays with the
water and mud puddles. Thats

the glee of the author when he is understand this nuance of the woman he
loves.

In summary. I feel that E E Cummings was a spiritually awakened person, he
awakened to the love around him and it found expression from various
individuals. One such individual is trapped in the few lines of poem as
illustrated above.
Please note these are the feelings i gather from the poem and this may not
be True for the author. I am not applying any situations to the author and
its just my perception. So, If anyone finds this offensive and not in line
with his/her thought. You are free to draw your own expression as i did
mine.


Al from India
Comment 114 of 257, added on April 2nd, 2008 at 10:09 PM.

You're missing a stanza break. This is my favorite poem. It's the best
poem ever written. The least you can do is post it write. PROOF READ!

stacey
Comment 113 of 257, added on March 12th, 2008 at 5:52 AM.

I really can't find words to fully explain this poem, but that doesn't
matter, all I can say is that i have loved this poem (unknowingly t'was a
poem) eversince I was in Grade School.. heard it in a song entitled " The
first time I loved forever" by Lisa Angelle, I actually research it, and
happened to fund it right in front of my test paper during college.. Thanks
to my English Professor.. til now I do keep a copy of that paper! ... the
only poem that touched my heart

al sinque from Philippines
Comment 112 of 257, added on February 24th, 2008 at 9:17 PM.

The last line of this poem is the most interesting and complex line of the
entire poem, but I think I may have an answer for it. "nobody,not even the
rain..." is describing the girl in this poem. She is the rain. Earlier E.
E. metaphorically described himself as a flower, and the girl can open him
up. What is one thing the opens up a flower? Rain. The last half of this
line says, "has such small hands." In the same stanza of this line
Cummings is perplexed about what it is about her that opens and closes, but
he truly believes that there is more to her than what meets the eye. When
he says that she opens and closes, he is describing her behavior. She
teases him and makes him believe that her emotions do not run deep. E. E.
does not fall for her games, and believes that there is more to her than
what she portrays. Cummings closed himself as fingers, and therefore he
knows she does not have "small hands." No one can be that shallow.
Everyone hides their true emotions, and they won't truly open up and let
them out as they should.

Jay from United States
Comment 111 of 257, added on January 2nd, 2008 at 2:59 AM.

i wish ee were still alive... i think this poem is about love and its power
over us. love is something abstract, something we cannot touch or see. but
it compels us to open or close like a flower. i still wish we can all ask
him though... sigh

cynthia from New Zealand
Comment 110 of 257, added on August 25th, 2007 at 10:23 PM.

Cummings wrote from his heart...and soul...from within his own mind and
feelings..he poured out what filled him up... some good some painful...some
beautiful...some tragic...what he wrote he lived and through his sometimes
twisted, sometimes confusing, sometimes misinterperited, sometimes
mispelled and tangled....web of words... we all are able to be taken in by
his ability to captivate each of us enough to wrote comments here...we
could have kept our thoughts to ourselves...but we didnt...we
shared...maybe not caring realy who would read them later on...but enough
to write the words outloud...to express our feelings on how we were made to
feel by his ability to make us do just that...and that is the true magic &
beauty of everything that the brilliant word artist writes and stood
for...dont just seize the day- seize the moments...

GIRA DESIA from United States
Comment 109 of 257, added on June 11th, 2007 at 1:32 AM.

i love this poem so much... it takes my breath away!

Amanda from Philippines
Comment 108 of 257, added on June 10th, 2007 at 9:44 PM.

Unfortunately I did travel there once, and it brought great heartache. But
it was still worth it. Love is sometimes bittersweet. This poem is exactly
what I feel for this person, for some reason he touches something that no
one can and I let him go. Cummings was a genius to be able to put love and
the way it can touch us in such terms.

Ginger from United States

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