Somewhere I Have Never Travelled: Allow Me to Pour Out My Heart to You
20 October 2013 Somewhere I Have Never Travelled: Allow Me to Pour Out My Heart to You Everyone fall in love sometime, it’s not a crime; falling head over heels for a guy or a girl, it happens- love happens and many times people feel the need to “shove it down the person of interest throat”. That would be the case with the speaker in the poem Somewhere I Have Never Travelled by well-known poet Edward Estlin Cummings, short for E.E. Cummings.
As if the speaker and his beloved are in a trance: he is kneeling down- proposal style, takes her hands to his, their eyes are fixed on each other. The speaker starts by stating he is in a state he has never been before, and he is happily enjoying it. “Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience” (Cummings line 1-2). He continues: “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” (2-4). Wow:-) the speaker is mesmerized, no enchanted in the peaceful, quiet gaze of his beloved; her gaze and delicate gestures are so powerful that he feels “enclosed” by them. The effect, the hold she has on him is so deep within in him- it’s at his very core- “too near him to touch.” The speaker continues in his declaration of love, “your slightest look will easily unclose me/ though I have closed myself as fingers (5-6). Whatever walls the speaker has built to protect himself from failed attempts at love; have crash, has tumbled down, and is destroyed when she looks his way. He bares himself to her slightest look. The speaker goes to compare himself to a rose and his Juliet to Mother Nature; like a rose bud blooms in spring time likewise his beloved have the power to breathe life into his soul. “ you open always petal by petal myself as Springs opens….her first rose” (7-8). With more love to shower his beloved hands with, the speaker continues somewhat like the speaker from Sonnets from
As if the speaker and his beloved are in a trance: he is kneeling down- proposal style, takes her hands to his, their eyes are fixed on each other. The speaker starts by stating he is in a state he has never been before, and he is happily enjoying it. “Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience” (Cummings line 1-2). He continues: “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” (2-4). Wow:-) the speaker is mesmerized, no enchanted in the peaceful, quiet gaze of his beloved; her gaze and delicate gestures are so powerful that he feels “enclosed” by them. The effect, the hold she has on him is so deep within in him- it’s at his very core- “too near him to touch.” The speaker continues in his declaration of love, “your slightest look will easily unclose me/ though I have closed myself as fingers (5-6). Whatever walls the speaker has built to protect himself from failed attempts at love; have crash, has tumbled down, and is destroyed when she looks his way. He bares himself to her slightest look. The speaker goes to compare himself to a rose and his Juliet to Mother Nature; like a rose bud blooms in spring time likewise his beloved have the power to breathe life into his soul. “ you open always petal by petal myself as Springs opens….her first rose” (7-8). With more love to shower his beloved hands with, the speaker continues somewhat like the speaker from Sonnets from