New Perspective : Bits & Pieces of England

Somewhere I have never travelled

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

-e.e.cummings