SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELLED, en homenatge a e.e. 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 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 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


e.e. cummings


Quan Elliot regala a Lee el llibre de poemes d’e.e. cummings, li marca la pàgina amb aquest preciós poema d’amor Somewhere I have never travelled. Així de revelador va ser Woody Allen a la pel·lícula Hanna and her sisters, i així va començar el meu llibre d’artista en homentatge a aquest gran poeta.