Somewhere I Have Never Travelled --E.E.Cummings(1894-1962) 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 will easily unclose me though I have closed myself as fingers. You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens touching skillfully,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 is is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not...