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Cummings says, “no one, not even the rain, has such small hands”. (That line is one that stuck with me after I first read this poem in ’06…so intimate..!) The rain has great power and also delicacy in relation to the rose. There is intimacy in the rain, in having power over something as intimate as a rose.
And the final line, "nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands" also seems a very private one. ... Consider the depth of "if there are any heavens my mother will (all by herself) have / one" (No. 31), a poem that sounds the losses of the heaven of love. And consider "somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond / any experience" (No. 35).
save me again I can't do anything. not even the rain has such small hands. another kick my soul can't stand. and I don't like the air that I breathe. and I don't like the air that I breathe. it can't escape from me. I don't belong to this world no more to. better myself why don't you do it again. why don't you say it again why don't you.
10 de nov. de 2023 · Personification is used in stanza two, as Spring opens/(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose and again in the final stanza – nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands Whilst the majority of lines are hexameters – 6 beats per line, 12 syllables – one or two are pentameters, with feminine endings, de-stressed, where the voice tends to quieten.
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons! The first and lonely days have come A sea of state And a heaven unknown And i don't like the air that i breathe It can't escape from me I don't belong to this world no more to Better myself why don't you do it again Why don't you say it again why don't you Save me again i can't do anything Not even the rain has such small hands ...
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10 de ene. de 2015 · C F I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain. C I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain. F And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain. Am G I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name, Am G Your hands still catch the light ...
