Last week I shared a few images from my novel-in-progress. This week, I thought I'd give you a closer look, beginning with images from Chapter 1 and a poem that perfectly captures the feeling of this novel.
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
Here's a beautiful reading of the poem on YouTube: http://youtu.be/DTPMa6sPVrU