somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond by E.E. Cummings

Beautiful poem by Cummings. More straightforward than the last poem of his that I read. (internal link)

Upon first reading it reminded me immediately of Rilke (one of many internal links) and the Chinese and Japanese poetry that Kenneth Rexroth (internal link) interpreted and translated. Good stuff.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

by E. E. Cummings (1894-1962)

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 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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