''somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond” by e.e. cummings

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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 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 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

 

Summer Love

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Yup, that's me!! I've been spending a fair bit of time each day skating up and down the suburban roads of Port Elizabeth. They are relatively quiet (i think all of Walmer has relocated to St Francis Bay for the holidays!) which is making for blissful cruises up and down the gentle slopes of Upper Walmer. The photo is the first of a series taken one evening by Mr David Jones.