Somewhere I Have Never Traveled

by Guest Blogger July 14, 2010

by Stephanie Walker

[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

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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