I got to uni slightly early today, even though there was an accident on the tram tracks (I don't think anyone was hurt) and we had to go way out of our way. I found a friend sitting at one of the computers in the Corner Cafe. We started chatting, and she asked me 'What's your favourite ee cummings poem?' I was touched that she remembered that I liked him, and replied 'Somewhere I have never travelled.'

So, here it is.

'somewhere I have never travlelled...' by ee 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
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 color 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

God, I love this poem. Just thinking about it this morning sent me off into the world of poetry-lust. It's a bit like when a schoolgirl idolises a movie star.

I almost memorised it at one stage. Now I'm reading it again...

*happy sigh*