somewhere i have never travelled

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somewhere i have never travelled        
7 o9 k% R1 W0 b5 D$ q  n6 n: P' Lby E. E. Cummings
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1 M# V! s; {8 tsomewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
, H! V8 a4 _9 bany 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

. X4 n& `  L) E0 }; t4 syour slightest look easily will unclose me
: X: A* F* f, ?+ G8 qthough i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
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0 a& X9 x7 Z4 t4 ^or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
& t, K0 i' _9 c6 h3 q- Bas when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
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nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
4 l9 c, n5 I( Y; B# v5 _( M$ e2 }3 T: T2 lthe power of your intense fragility:whose texture
9 t7 V- [% y: C7 t# w! q- rcompels me with the color of its countries,
1 e1 B6 }. A3 l: ?4 u# yrendering death and forever with each breathing
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" q& E/ Y& o/ v+ O; Z% C(i do not know what it is about you that closes
) A, [% l2 W9 _8 land opens;only something in me understands
7 H9 u( I+ Z! X( [the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
9 {8 h/ K& ^- M& ^) p, onobody,not even the rain,has such small hands