Poetry Wednesday 09/23/09: Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
Flowers and Hat: Patchen Place By E.E. Cummings Oil on canvas 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 will easily 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 … Continue reading →