somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
\nby E. E. Cummings<\/p>\n
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
\nany experience,your eyes have their silence:
\nin your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
\nor which i cannot touch because they are too near<\/p>\n
your slightest look easily will unclose me
\nthough i have closed myself as fingers,
\nyou open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
\n(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose<\/p>\n
or if your wish be to close me, i and
\nmy life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
\nas when the heart of this flower imagines
\nthe snow carefully everywhere descending;<\/p>\n
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
\nthe power of your intense fragility:whose texture
\ncompels me with the color of its countries,
\nrendering death and forever with each breathing<\/p>\n
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
\nand opens;only something in me understands
\nthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
\nnobody,not even the rain,has such small hands<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond by E. E. Cummings 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 … Continue reading