March 17, 2015 - 14:00
This is the poem that I left at Anne's site sit but I guess it never reached her. It really inspired me to begin writing poems again...expect a follow up poem at your site sit sometime in the next couple of weeks, Anne! So here is an online posting: "Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond" by E.E. Cummings
somehwere 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 colour 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
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Submitted by Ariel Skye on March 17, 2015 - 14:02 Permalink
Poem Retrieved From:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/somewhere-i-have-never-travelledgladly-beyond
Full Citation:
Cummings, E. E. "Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond."Poets.org. Academy of American Poets, n.d. Web. 15 Mar. 2015.