Happy Monday friends! Welcome to another edition of Monday Travels
So today we are in UNITED STATES and we will explore:
SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELED, GLADLY BEYOND
SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELED, GLADLY BEYOND
Edward Estlin "E. E." Cummings (October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962), often styled as e e cummings, as he sometimes signed his name, was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. He wrote approximately 2900 poems, two autobiographical novels, four plays, and several essays. In 1952, his alma mater, Harvard University, awarded Cummings an honorary seat as a guest professor. The Charles Eliot Norton Lectures he gave in 1952 and 1955 were later collected as i: six nonlectures. Cummings spent the last decade of his life traveling, fulfilling speaking engagements, and spending time at his summer home, Joy Farm, in Silver Lake, New Hampshire.
Poem:
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 colour 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
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 colour 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
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/somewhere-i-have-never-travelled-by-ee-cummings
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 colour 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
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/somewhere-i-have-never-travelled-by-ee-cummings
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 colour 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
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/somewhere-i-have-never-travelled-by-ee-cummings
Thoughts: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 colour 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
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/somewhere-i-have-never-travelled-by-ee-cummings
I find this poem to be very much inspring and just what I am going through right now.
I am that person who doesn't like, or rather, am afraid of changes, so this to me always reminds to never be afraid!
Stay cozy and see you Next Monday!
Stay cozy and see you Next Monday!
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