somewhere i have never travelled

The poem below is one of my favorite poems, written by my favorite poet. The only poem I know by heart. This poem taught me many things, one among those, that I do not need capitol letters to be happy. REJOICE young lambs. may your tiny hearts be filled with knowledge and hope! Please read and enjoy.




[somewhere i have never travelled]
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


Self-Portrait, Oil painting. Painted by e.e. cummings in the 1950's.