Catricia Hiebert: “somewhere i have never travelled” by e.e. cummings

Poetry In Voice/Les voix de la poésie presents Catricia Hiebert, champion in the English Stream, reciting “somewhere i have never travelled” by e.e. cummings at the 2019 National Finals in Winnipeg.

[@Aqua_unicorn]

Incredible. Haunting. Beautiful

[@simbamasanganise4235]

Everything second of this was incredibly beautiful

[@emiliov5956]

To those who would like to watch and see the lyrics at the same time. 😊 somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond E. E. Cummings - 1894-196 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 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

[@Floppyearsmomma]

My first time hearing this with a female reader. It's beautiful! I would love to see this poem in sign language.

[@cynthiamadrid1430]

THEATER IS FABULOUS. TALENT GIRL BRAVO !!!

[@robertmanno5749]

So beautifully done. One of my favorite poems of all time.

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Somewhere I Have Never Travelled E. E. Cummings - 1894-1962 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 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

[@lipby]

Great reading.

[@arkamukhopadhyay9111]

Wonderful!

[@rakeshg133]

Brilliant

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🌹

[@maydavalle]

❤️

[@cafepoem189]

wonderful!