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somewhere i have never travelled... (LVII) Analysis



Author: poem of e.e. cummings Type: poem Views: 25


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, misteriously) 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 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

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HARSH WORDSA three o'clock phone callawakening from a rsteless sleep.I can't keep but thinkingit was a stinking thing I did.The voice came frantic and swift Mom's in a coma I wanted to take it all back,but the fact remained,my goodbye would always bespoken as harsh words.

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The Warning SignsIt was not the day I watched my baby brtoherget run over by a car in the neighbors drivewaynor the day of snowmobile or motorcycle accidentsor even the day they told me my wife had MS.It was the day I realized that you can’t live lifeif you can’t even read the warning signs.By Michael Grove x x

| Posted on 2014-03-04 | by a guest


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In Ohio schools are reireuqd to do training and certification every 2 years! We have AEDs in every building. Thank you for reminding everyone how critical this is to our schools and communities! Thanks to training one of our teachers had received..she saved a man's life at a local workout center as the batteries on the AED were dead.

| Posted on 2014-03-03 | by a guest


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Excellent post. I have written since I leraend how to read, whether people read or approve of my work or not. It's nice to be read, but the artist in me just wants to say it, whatever it may be. Writing to me means self expression, a way to organize my thoughts, and it's a means to an end itself. I abandoned writing for publishers awhile ago. In fact, I rarely submit my work anymore. I'm not in a publish or perish career, I've written for a regional newspaper, and I am satisfied with having my three books out there. If anything else gets published, that's fine. If not, I will continue to write. It's part of who I am there's simply no way I could stop.

| Posted on 2014-03-03 | by a guest


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i love my mom
shes my everything
she is the bomb
even in the brink
of despare
I wil comfort her
ill always be ther
even in the herd
she cant go away
I wil cry a lot
I will be a stray
if she is all gone
so now I say fare well
just wanted to say that
you may call it swell
but I just call it phat
tell me what you think

| Posted on 2013-12-03 | by a guest


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I believe he is referring to a woman he loves from afar, perhaps he is obsessed with her. He is taken by her beauty, and even the slightest bit of attention he gets from her stirs feelings of overwhelming emotion in him. Its a love of longing and desperate desire.

| Posted on 2013-04-20 | by a guest


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I believe the author is referring to how he wants to treat her, he wants to handle her with care, love her, and protect her forever. And, relationships can be fragile things at times, but also incredible and beautiful, much like fragile crystals or fine china is.
He is also telling her she is so special that only she has been able to "open him up" or even, make him feel able to open up to her.

| Posted on 2009-09-16 | by a guest


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I don't agree with the analysis above by "guest" (on 2007-11-18)
I don't think the author's love is controlling and painful to bear, and I don't understand where the other reviewer you got that idea from.
I personally believe that this poem captures that feeling of being powerless before your beloved without being resentful, but rather enchanted and mystified.
here's a few lines of the poem that made me come to the conclusion I did.
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"nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"
Roses that are closed will open up when it rains, only rain can open up a fragile rose without harming them.
He is telling her she is so special that only she has been able to "open him up" or even, make him feel able to open up to her.
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"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"
this line of the poem is talking about entirely forgetting yourself when you make eye contact with the one you love.
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So I don't think this poem is as negative as the other reviewer made it out to be, speaker in this poem is just enchanted by his lover and has the feeling that he would do anything for her because he loves being in her presence. I think its a very positive, and beautiful poem.
I will also add that to equate Fragility with weakness is just mindless. Think of all the incredible things that are considered Fragile; Crystal, China, relationships, etc... I believe his equating her as being fragile is more of a perception he's using to illustrate how he must handle her. Handle With Care kind of thinking. This is a precious thing he's talking about, his love for her. Fragility can be very powerful, it commands your sense of care, of deliberation and delicacy.

| Posted on 2009-09-16 | by a guest


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I don't agree with the analysis above by "guest" (on 2007-11-18)
I don't think the author's love is controlling and painful to bear, and I don't understand where the other reviewer you got that idea from.
I personally believe that this poem captures that feeling of being powerless before your beloved without being resentful, but rather enchanted and mystified.
here's a few lines of the poem that made me come to the conclusion I did.
-
"nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"
Roses that are closed will open up when it rains, only rain can open up a fragile rose without harming them.
He is telling her she is so special that only she has been able to "open him up" or even, make him feel able to open up to her.
-
"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"
this line of the poem is talking about entirely forgetting yourself when you make eye contact with the one you love.
-
So I don't think this poem is as negative as the other reviewer made it out to be, speaker in this poem is just enchanted by his lover and has the feeling that he would do anything for her because he loves being in her presence. I think its a very positive, and beautiful poem.
I will also add that to equate Fragility with weakness is just mindless. Think of all the incredible things that are considered Fragile; Crystal, China, relationships, etc... I believe his equating her as being fragile is more of a perception he's using to illustrate how he must handle her. Handle With Care kind of thinking. This is a precious thing he's talking about, his love for her. Fragility can be very powerful, it commands your sense of care, of deliberation and delicacy.

| Posted on 2009-09-16 | by a guest


.: Reason for Roses :.

Sadly, I have no time to research the poem fully, and find a wealth of lacking on the internet itself, so I will, myself, expound on my experience with this poem.

I do believe this is an expression of love - romantic love of some kind - although that love is thought and mind-provoking at best and deadly painful at worst.

It's a love that causes the speaker to do and create the most wonderful and beautiful images and imaginings (you open always petal by petal) - but is also a controlling force, like the seasons. The speaker is at will to his love, at the behest of some unknown force, which is certainly great and beautiful - but also deadly (i and my life will shut) and all consuming (rendering death and forever with each breathing).

The speaker notes the fragile and fragility of his love while simultaneously noting the power of this grace, much like falling snow - graceful and delightful but also a killing element of the seasons, stopping life and flowers in their growth.

I feel this is a poem about love, but a love that is controlling and painful to bear. Much like life and nature itself gives great beauty but causes great harm.

| Posted on 2007-11-18 | by a guest




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