Somewhere I Have Never Traveled Gladly Beyond
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
Write the lyrics for a misc song made in 1923, titled "Somewhere I Have Never Traveled Gladly Beyond", by artist "E. E. Cummings".