First Post

Since I have an MA in English Literature and plan to work in libraries for a long time, I sometimes feel like all I've ever done is read. So I thought why not write about what I know best?
I titled this blog, "somewhere i have never travelled," after my favorite e. e. cummings poem of the same name. It may well be my favorite poem ever.
I will repost it here in case it's not as well known to other people. Hopefully I'm not breaking any copywrite laws.

"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

For my methodology class for my MA I used this poem to write the semester long paper on different research methods. I analyzed this poem every possible way and researched everything pertaining to it's publication. I thought by the end of the semester I would never want to read it again, but whenever I read it I get the same feeling I got the first time.