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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

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on 4 January 2013

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E.E. Cummings somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond E.E. Cummings Figurative Language He began writing poems as early as 1904.

In 1917, Cummings published an early selection of poems in the anthology Eight Harvard Poets.

At the time of his death, September 3, 1962, he was the second most widely read poet in the United States, after Robert Frost. E.E. Cummings somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond All About the Poem... E.E. Cummings uses unorthodox grammar and mechanics in his poem. Diction Analysis 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 Significance of the title-The title was given by the publisher. Like other EE Cummings poems the poet did not title his works. This title has no significance other than it is the first line.
Theme- Love is the clear theme of this poem.
Speaker-The speaker is a man who is in love and dumbfounded by it's mystery. Many believe the speaker is Cummings.
Tone- The tone of the poem is mystified by the effects love has on the speaker.
Importance to society-The poem was written during the Great Depression. Many readers were looking for happiness and love in a world focused on survival. Rhythm and Pattern
This poem has five verse paragraphs, displaying Cummings' signature style: odd use of punctuation and spacing, unusual word order, and other variant uses of language. Rhyme Scheme This poem has no specific rhyme scheme. It is a free verse poem. 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 Imagery Metaphore Personification
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