Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
[Florence]
[Bruges]
[Istanbul]
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things that enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
[Brussels]
[Brussels]
[Paris]
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
[Brussels]
[Bruges]
[Paris]
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;
[Florence]
[Florence]
[Brussels]
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
[Istanbul]
[Athens]
[Bruges]
(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
- E.E. Cummings
[Mykonos]
-MC
