somewhere i have never travelled...

e.e. cummings

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, misteriously) 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 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

The translation to Turkish, has been one of my favourite poems of all times, and so was the song... Thanks to Yeni Turku (their name probably comes form Nueva canción as of Victor Jara). I think I want to add that poem as well.

Yağmurun Elleri

Küçücük bir bakışın

Çözer beni kolayca

Kenetlenmiş parmaklar gibi

Sımsıkı kapanmış olsam

Yaprak yaprak açtırırsın

İlk yaz nasıl açtırırsa

İlk gülünü gizem dolu

Hünerli bir dokunuşla...

Hiçkimsenin yağmurun bile

Böyle küçük elleri yoktur

Bütün güllerden derin

Bir sesi var gözlerinin

Küçücük bir bakışın

Çözer beni kolayca

Kenetlenmiş parmaklar gibi

Sımsıkı kapanmış olsam

Başedilmez o gergin kırılganlığınla senin

Her solukta sonsuzluk ve ölüm

Yaprak yaprak açtırırsın

İlk yaz nasıl açtırırsa

İlk gülünü gizem dolu

Hünerli bir dokunuşla...