A memorial to Emma Lindley

From Dave Govier, EE Cummings

I will always remember the day we spent in the sun in
Alexandra Park. You looked for turtles in the lake. We sat on the
steps down to the old bowling green for a long time, side by side.
Later, back at your house, you read ee cummings poems to me and I
understood their simple gentle beauty for the first time. Every day
with you in it was a good day.

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 tough 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 skillfully,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

ee cummings


Emma looking for turtles

Emma looking for turtles

So, what do you think ?