Lover

One of the ways I would describe myself would be "A lover of words." I am a lover of many things, and words are a big part of my life. They shape the sentences that come out of my mouth, the stories I engulf myself in and refuse to surface from for days, the thoughts that run continuously through my head, and the music I listen to.  I am that girl who reads into  the lyrics to much, who romanticizes the poetry to be about those in my life. I day dream about somehow catching the eye of an author and having a character composed in my image. Imagine that! A whole literary alter ego, able to do who knows what, living a double life in another world, another time, possibly another dimension. I mean, how utterly marvelous would that be!?!?

Anyways, one of the poets that my eyes frequent is the whimsically, bizarrely fascinating e e cummings. I love him and all of his "grammatical injustices".  I'm more or less alone in my liking of his way with words when it comes to the people I spend my time with most, but that's ok.  

As always I'm thinking of a new tattoo idea and as I was sitting there in a lovely bath reading a wonderful book that was provoking many feels, an idea popped in my brain (totally unrelated to the book in my hands...because my brain wanders most of the time.) In my mind I saw a dainty drawing of an umbrella and beneath it words dripping down like raindrops. 

"Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"

Later I mentioned the little idea to my mom, who like all my family doesn't know who e e cummings is. She wondered what the poem was about and whether or not that would be a good thing to have tattooed on one's self. So, I found her this explanation. Here you will find the original poem and along side it is what it means. I like it quite a bit. And I'm always tickled that one of the bands I listen to from time to time actually have songs named after this particular line. 

Such Small Hands

Nobody, Not Even the Rain