Jun 26 2008
The Smallest Hands
One of my favorite lines of poetry, by ee cummings, recited in the Woody Allen flick, “Hannah and her Sisters,” goes like this: “only the rain has such small hands.”
The stamens of the above plumbago blossoms appear thread-delicate to me. But how would they appear to an aphid? I recall seeing a magnified photo of what, to the human eye, appeared to be a clean scissor cut in paper: it was jagged as all get-out. It looked more torn than cut.
My eyes are all thumbs. How I wish it were different.
