somewhere i have never travelled

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somewhere i have never travelled        
( z% S$ Y5 h7 \" Lby E. E. Cummings

4 P5 p! S/ o+ S. R: j+ t2 Ssomewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
3 k# H+ N* N: oany experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
! {5 h' z" u$ E9 |; Kor which i cannot touch because they are too near
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, Y  c' H! _6 Dyour slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
9 [% |+ B% Z* Z/ O# c9 E9 gyou 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
. j. r6 p* s( ?' m4 w: k% `my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
* s; h! [6 z! x7 m) ~' _; S  e/ O4 Tas when the heart of this flower imagines
8 _2 R( u# [, M- t0 S7 jthe snow carefully everywhere descending;

) r9 R' y. Z- X3 g% n4 Ynothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
; C1 R1 W$ E, j2 b8 h8 c. n) Vcompels me with the color of its countries,
# h  _+ U% t. Q! @9 B, ^rendering death and forever with each breathing
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(i do not know what it is about you that closes
2 \# P7 W# J4 _) O, tand opens;only something in me understands
- W% I1 Z6 z0 Cthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands