somewhere i have never travelled

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somewhere i have never travelled        
% X1 K8 |( M# d$ q9 bby E. E. Cummings

, f  _: `& C  x& u6 msomewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
( M% C, o4 x+ `+ qany experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
* L* i$ u" C) w, H2 c0 Cor 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
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
9 f5 C, `6 V7 R# s0 V, Emy life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
2 f: T4 k" \- L- j/ L! }; e$ Mthe snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
  o, J: _; F5 X3 B) @2 p' ]. c% }compels me with the color of its countries,
# _5 }( b$ o; x, _4 \1 z5 s7 Orendering death and forever with each breathing
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( x+ ]: Z  `6 k* Q( f2 F(i do not know what it is about you that closes
4 Z: O; @% G4 Oand opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
3 z1 X7 F: O0 H. B; a( }  Cnobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
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