e e cummings Love Poetry Wall Art, somewhere i have never travelled

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A minimalist style literary art print featuring an e e cummings poem - 'somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond'. (The full poem is below) This black and white print has the author's signature and is designed simply with a classic and timeless typewriter style font. In this poem, the speaker is head-over-heels in love. His lover has complete control over him, and she constantly amazes him. This art print would make an ideal wedding or anniversary gift.

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Printed professionally on high quality photographic paper (NOT cheap card stock!) with a lustre finish (beautifully matte with a slight sheen), using archival inks that will last for years.
It arrives carefully wrapped, unmatted and unframed.
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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 colour 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