Saturday, 30 April 2011

more eec (+ show us your tats)


be of love (a little) more careful
than of everything
guard her perhaps only
a trifle less (merely beyond how very)
closely than nothing
remember love by frequent
anguish (imagine
her least never with most
memory)
give entirely each
forever its freedom
(dare until a flower,
understanding ceaselessly sunlight
open what thousandth why and
discover laughing)
             - e. e. cummings

1 comment:

  1. The tattoo looks new and sore, the poem on the other hand is beautiful.

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