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 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

Add yours Comments – 2

  • maxima191

    on December 12, 2013 at 12:45 pm

    So many words to say.
    Wondering what more I can do.
    Being honest and vulnerable.
    Isn’t quite the way I’m used too.
    When you open your heart.
    You expose your soul.
    Let in the light.
    Darkness is exposed.
    Share your views.
    Be a source of hope.
    Show your tears.
    Face a flood of regret.
    Hopes and simple dreams.
    Fading away.
    What more can I do.
    When there’s nothing more to say.