somewhere i have never travelled.
gladly beyond and 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 skillfully, 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 every where descending.
