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Title : somewhere i have never travelled
Poet : e. e. cummings

2006-10-09 11:06:03 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 4 0

somewhere i have never travelled

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

-- e. e. cummings

2006-10-09 11:09:43 · answer #2 · answered by nice2mice 2 · 0 0

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

2006-10-09 11:08:17 · answer #3 · answered by ShellyBelly 4 · 0 0

E E Cummings

2006-10-09 11:06:47 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Lovely, wow! ee cummings

2006-10-09 11:14:50 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

lovely very lovely e.e. cummings

2006-10-09 11:23:30 · answer #6 · answered by candela200539 1 · 0 0

steven halkings

2006-10-09 11:13:15 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

google it.

2006-10-09 11:06:04 · answer #8 · answered by Tiger 2 · 0 0

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