Since a few people have asked me that question, I thought I'd blog about it.

Mine (tulipsNchimneys) is taken from the first published book by one of my favorite writers, e.e. cummings. He is most famous for this poem:

[somewhere i have never travelled]

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

I first read that poem when I was 11 and thought, what kind of mind can conjure up such beauty?

Then of course, there is this fabulous poem:

[since feeling is first]

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

I love the part where he swears not by the Bible, but by all the flowers. What could be more pure, and always blooming?

I always liked tulips. Growing up in Arizona, I never saw any, but I knew about them and they seemed like such a special flower:

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Also, since it is so warm here, I never saw too many homes with chimneys (although now, almost everyone has one), and I had never lived in any house with a chimney, but I always wanted to:

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e. e. cummings is also famous for his meandering, free-falling way of laying out printed words (in lowercase) on a page, which to this day mystifies fans and scholars alike. I have always had a thing for poets and writers, especially men like William Butler Yeats, Jack Kerouac, Charles Bukowski, William Blake, and others. I think anyone who can write like that is unbelivably sexy.

So, there you have it. How about you?