Somewhere I havenever travelled
by E. E. Cummings
Somewhere I have never travelled,
gladly beyondany experience原杂，
your eyes havetheir silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens（touching skilfully放祟，
mysteriously）her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,
I andmy life will shut very beautifully ,
suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imaginesthe snow carefully everywhere
descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equalsthe power of your
intense fragility：
whose texturecompels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
（I do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;
only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than
all roses）
nobody,
not even therain,
has such small hands.
我未曾旅行過的地方
我未曾旅行過的地方
欣然超越了所有的經(jīng)歷
如你眼中的沉靜：
你用最柔弱的姿態(tài)
纏繞著我
使我不能觸及
只因它靠的太近
你微微一瞥便輕易打開了我
即便我像手指般蜷起
你如昔般一瓣一瓣把我舒展
就像春天嫻熟而又神秘的張開它第一朵玫瑰
若你希望我閉合
我和我的生命將唯美地驟然凋零
如同想象著四散飄落的雪花般的花心
在我所感知的世界里
沒有什么比得過你熾烈的脆弱：
本能地迫使我跟隨他們色彩的國度
在每一次呼吸間感受死亡與永恒
我不知是什么讓你開合
只有內(nèi)心深處明白
你眼眸的聲音深邃過所有玫瑰
沒有人
甚至是雨滴
擁有這樣小巧的手掌
