e.e. cummings, somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyondany 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 methough i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose […]

e.e. cummings, "you being in love… (XII)"

you being in lovewill tell who softly asks in love, am i separated from your body smile brain hands merelyto become the jumping puppets of a dream? oh i mean:entirely having in my careful howcareful arms created this at lengthinexcusable, this inexplicable pleasure-you go from severalpersons: believe me that strangers arrivewhen i have kissed you […]