Last night, I watched Woody Allen’s Hannah and Her Sisters.  I first saw it years ago, and I so enjoyed revisiting it.  One of the particularly brilliant parts of the film is when Barbara Hershey’s character, Lee, reads out the e.e. cummings’ poem [somewhere i have never travelled].  The last line is the title of this post, as it struck me as such a beautiful line.  It inspired me to take some photos to accompany the poem here.  Let me know what you think.

Hands Study 1

Hands Study 3

Hands Study 6

[somewhere i have never travelled]

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

e.e. cummings