somewhere i have never travelled

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somewhere i have never travelled        
5 a* A1 h; s# K6 t" j: H, lby E. E. Cummings

. N. l* x6 j# c( w  c- vsomewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
$ p! T7 \9 p: y. nin your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
' l) w; p3 }- d8 qor which i cannot touch because they are too near
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your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
1 Q: [% @6 F. x+ V$ y1 p& Q- O# \$ p4 ^3 G(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
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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;
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+ e8 q* G. W  b8 e! a6 onothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
$ E* N/ P  y! A! U+ }3 ]( p( \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
3 {# @1 \6 `! a1 Jand opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
  m( ~, C3 G6 {5 ~0 x8 H4 `, e7 U0 M, gnobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
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