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# [somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond]
- URL: https://poetry101.love/somewhere-i-have-never-travelled-gladly-beyond/
- Published: 2020-11-19T23:13:37.000Z
- Updated: 2020-12-15T19:40:19.000Z
- Description: by E.E. Cummings
- Author: Melissa Anderson
- Tags: E.E. Cummmings, Morning Memory, #Import 2026-11-04 19:11

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 colour 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

Cummings, Edward Estlin. [ViVa](https://www.google.com/books/edition/ViVa/PJF1QgAACAAJ?hl=en&kptab=getbook&ref=poetry101.love). United Kingdom, Liveright, 1997.

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## Why I chose this poem

It's all about that last line for me. The small hands of rain. The subtlety of the energy that passes between.