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"In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which I can not touch because are too near"

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next to of course god america i
love you land of the pilgrims’ and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn’s early my
country tis of centuries come and go
and are no more what of it we should worry
in every language even deafanddumb
thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry
by jingo by gee by gosh by gum
why talk of beauty what could be more beaut-
iful than these heroic happy dead
who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter
they did not stop to think they died instead
then shall the voice of liberty be mute?

I like it because of how he talks about his country like he's so proud of it. My favorite lines are the last two, because liberty and freedom are so important and sometimes they're only on the theory but they don't really exist.

I hope you enjoy it.

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Agnieszka         Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond 1923                 "in your most frail gesture are things that enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near"                                 

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Agnieszka         Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond 1923                 "in your most frail gesture are things that enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near"                                 

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From the poem “ Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond 1923”. I especially enjoyed the last lines that say:

(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)

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This is my favourite sentence from the poem 'Love is a place' by e.e. Cummings:

Love is a place
& through this place
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

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My favourites lines from  e e cummings are the followings from "Spring is like a perhaps hand 1923":

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)andwithout breaking anything.
Maybe beacause this reminds me about everything that has happened in the last weeks and how we have been seeing life through the window.

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Hi there! Here are my favorite lines from e e cummings, from the poem «somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond 1923»

«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»

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Here are my favourite lines from e.e. cummings, which are from the last poem at the document we were given:

“Love is place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places”.

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My favourite is as follows:

Yes is a world

& in this world of

yes live

(skillfully curled)

all worlds

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Mine is from: somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond 1923

if you wish be to close me, i and

my life will shut very beatifully, suddenly,

as when the heart of thes flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending

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Mine is from the poem ''r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r'':

to

rea(be)rran(com)gi(e)ngly

,grasshopper;

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From the poem « Spring is like perhaps hand"

Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything

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From the last poem about Love:

‘ Love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places…..’,

Wonderful!! Isn’t it?.

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love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places

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From the poem « Somewhere i’ve never travelled , gladly beyond »

your slighlest look easily will unclose me

though  i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully, misteriously) her first rose

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Hi everybody, these are, as I see it, the most shocking words regarding e.e. cummings poems:

From the poem "Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond":

"In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me"

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The poem I´ve chosen is: Somewhere I have never travelled. gladly 1923

" 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"