Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
de Edward Estlin Cummings(2006)
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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 will easily 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
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Edward Estlin Cummings. “Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/edward-estlin-cummings/poezie/somewhere-i-have-never-travelled-gladly-beyondIntrebari frecvente
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