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
- :
- Wildlife
- Never Come Undone (Split)
- Here Hear III (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Rooms Of The Houses
- Thirteen
- Tiny Dots
- Rooms of the House
- Vancouver
- Soundsupply La Dispute Tour Drop
- Paste Sampler 134
- Daytrotter Session
- A Comp for Mom
- BBC Maida Vale Session 2014
- For Mayor in Splitsville - Single
- Stay Happy There - Single
- Stay Happy There
- Whatever Nevermind
- Searching For A Pulse/The Worth Of The World
- Searching For A Pulse / The Worth Of The World