E. E. Cummings


Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond - Poem 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 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


Comments about Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond by E. E. Cummings

  • Rookie - 181 Points Brian Jani (6/4/2014 10:32:00 AM)

    Awesome poem i like it (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Roger Cornish (8/15/2008 3:21:00 PM)

    The very ultimate in love poetry.......
    Love it!
    How can this be anything other then a big fat 10! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Saqib Hussain (5/7/2006 6:32:00 AM)

    A beautiful piece of work. & a whole lot of imagination. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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