e.e. cummings
Friday, June 23rd, 2006This is my MOST favorite poem. It's written by e.e. cummings.
somewhere i have never traveled
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 you 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 descemding;
(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.
The first time I heard this poem, I was immediately drawn to it. I have no idea why, but it really made my heart ache that first time. I consider it my most sacred poem. I just want to share all of this with you. 
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