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<blockquote data-quote="ajblakejr" data-source="post: 934018" data-attributes="member: 18807"><p>somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond </p><p>by E. E. Cummings </p><p></p><p> </p><p>somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond</p><p>any experience,your eyes have their silence:</p><p>in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,</p><p>or which i cannot touch because they are too near</p><p></p><p>your slightest look easily will unclose me</p><p>though i have closed myself as fingers,</p><p>you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens</p><p>(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose</p><p></p><p>or if your wish be to close me, i and</p><p>my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,</p><p>as when the heart of this flower imagines</p><p>the snow carefully everywhere descending;</p><p></p><p>nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals</p><p>the power of your intense fragility:whose texture</p><p>compels me with the color of its countries,</p><p>rendering death and forever with each breathing</p><p></p><p>(i do not know what it is about you that closes</p><p>and opens;only something in me understands</p><p>the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)</p><p>nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ajblakejr, post: 934018, member: 18807"] somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond 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 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 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 [/QUOTE]
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