A Valentine Poem From EECummings to Share Part One
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 cannottouch because theyare 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.
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