Somewhere i have never travelled
by E.E.Cumings
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 cannnot 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 equels
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.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This is such a beautiful poem that describes a complex mind of a person,who wants to love passionately and deeply.But the complexity of the person's always press a break on the way of love and make it difficult,and the real love clear the complexity and make him/her relax arround her/his arm.........ha ha,its my opinion.it may be anything else.