Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

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 will easily 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

by E. E. Cummings

Comments (4)

Sooo great this poem is si is the selection of poems and poets here. BUT, do yourself a favor - never listen to the automatic-icy voice that comes with the poems, it couldnt get any awful than this..
Awesome poem i like it
The very ultimate in love poetry....... Love it! How can this be anything other then a big fat 10! ! ! !
A beautiful piece of work. & a whole lot of imagination.