Somewhere I Have Never Traveled

by Stephanie Lovegrove July 14, 2010 2 Comments

I am currently in the throes of moving across the country, so this will be an abbreviated post. My fiancé has gotten a job in Charlottesville, Virginia, and we are moving there in a week and a half. We are both really excited for the move, despite the fact that neither of us has lived further East than Iowa or Minnesota. In the midst of packing I came across this wonderful poem, which seems fitting for our move to somewhere new and strange. Enjoy! somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by E. E. 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 color 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

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Stephanie Lovegrove
Stephanie Lovegrove

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Stephanie Lovegrove had two poems featured in Ruminate's Issue #04, and was so impressed with the magazine that she volunteered to work for them. She served as Ruminate's poetry editor from 2007-2014. Since 2002, she has worked in the book business--at literary magazines, publishers, and bookstores, and as a freelance copyeditor. She holds degrees in English (with a focus on creative writing), classics, and linguistics. She currently lives in Charlottesville, Virginia, where she works in marketing for the University of Virginia Press. Her work has appeared in Gulf Coast, Cream City Review, and Poet Lore, among other journals.



2 Responses

Stephanie Lovegrove
Stephanie Lovegrove

February 17, 2017

I’m so glad that you, too, loved the poem! That’s one of the things I love most about moving: re-discovering old treasures. Of course, I could do without the rest of the work! :) Thanks for your kind words.

Kelley McDougall
Kelley McDougall

February 17, 2017

Thank you for sharing this lovely poem. I feel like I took a mini staycation sitting here on my couch reading self indulgently while dinner is on the stove and activity roars around me. It is a beautiful thing to find ourselves connected through the seemingly impersonal means of technology but I shall embrace this moment and wish you and your husband beyond gladness as you make a new home for yourselves.

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