Thursday, December 09, 2010

Woody and e.e. - Hannah and Her Sisters


One of my favorite poems in an astoundingly beautiful film, one of Woody Allen's sweetest, most tender works. A testament to how beautiful film is, an art form that illumines and connects to other mediums, other ways of seeing and knowing, a kind of dance between visuals, music, song, poetry and storytelling. Enjoy the clip and the beautiful words by one of America's most sensitive spirits.




somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

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 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

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