GALLERY: Nobody, not even the rain

“(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”

Read the entire poem by e.e. cummings below.

"nobody, not even the rain..."

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

e. e. cummings

PRINTS FOR PURCHASE

Prints are available for purchase at 5″ x 5″ ($45) and 8″ x 8″ ($75). These images are perfect for homes, studios, office spaces, waiting rooms. Consider a triptych of any size image at a special price.

CONTACT SCOTT

Address all correspondence to

Professor Scott Bentley
College of Arts, Letters & Social Sciences
Department of English
California State University East Bay
25800 Carlos Bee Boulevard
Hayward, CA 94542-3037



BW-Portrait-200

If you know his number by heart
it's already too late, she said,

in sharkskin with a haircut
that they were undoing...

from "Heat Lightning"

OUT OF HAND
(Parentheses, 1989)