Somewhere I Have Never Travelled. Poem By E.E Cummings

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“The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses…” 🙏

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Poetry is a pouring out (outpouring) of the depths of one's being. And the depths are always subtle. In the words of TS Eliot (poetry) is "a raid on the inarticulate". The power that creates all the blooms in the world is a power that is very near yet very delicate. It's striking that in the entire poem e.e. cummings has only one letter in capital-- the 'S' in 'Spring'. The power of Life and Love is inscrutable-- "not even rain has such small hands". Yet without life and love the world is arid. It's a poem that trans-substantiates flesh into spirit. Captivating visuals. Skilful cuts. Charming rendition. The word 'intense' has been intelligently stressed in the expression "the power of your intense fragility". Enchanting.

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Would like to have the poem given in the description too

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A stunning poem, ruined bye silly music,a stupid video and a bad reading. I ❤this poem and it deserves better treatment.