i like my body when it`s with your body

I know i have posted this poem another time;) But i can`t help it , it`s just a muse to many works of mine;))



i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

Edward Estlin Cummings



all images :© Eni Turkeshi Photography

Who knows if the moon's?

who knows if the moon's a baloon,
coming out of a keen city in the sky-
-filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should get into it,
if they should take me and take you into their baloon,
why then we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city
which nobody's ever visited,
where always it's Spring)
and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves

Courtesy of E.E.Cummings (1925)

BUJRUN:)

Soneta-Te verteta

Sot po ju ve nje vjershe te E.E.Cummings ketij shkrimtari aq pak te vleresuar ne kohen e tij.E perktheva vete nga turqishtja.Shpresoj t'ju pelqeje , mua me pelqen shume si vjershe...

VII SONETA - Te verteta

Shkrihem pas trupit tim ,
Kur eshte prane trupit tend.
Kjo eshte nje gje kaq , kaq e re.
Muskujt sikur jane me te medhenj
Dhe nervat po ashtu.
Shkrihem pas trupit tend.
Shkrihem pas çdo gjeje qe ai ben,
Shkrihem perpara rrugezave te tij.
Shkrihem teksa ndjej shtyllen tende kurrizore
Trupin dhe kockat dhe
Lemimin energjik tendin teksa dridhet
Dhe une do ti puth ato
Serish , serish , serish
Vdes te puth
Kete apo ate pjese tenden
Çmendem pas krifes tende te perkulur,
Lehte perkedhelese
Qyrkut tend te perkulur
Dhe pas çdo lloj gjeje qe
shkeputet nga lekura jote…
Dhe syve te tu te medhenj
Plot me grimca dashurie
Dhe mbase shkrihem dhe pas
dridhjes kaq te re tenden
poshte meje…

E.E.CUMMİNGS
1894 - 1962

per me shume rreth autorit: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E._E._Cummings - 60k
P.P.S: Per tekstin ne anglisht dhe me shume rreth autorit shihni ketu se me ne fund e gjeta:) http://www-scf.usc.edu/~thier/ee/#mybody