Somewhere I Have Never Traveled

By E. E. Comings

Somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond 

any experience, your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclosed 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 Springs open,

(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose.

or if you 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...

(p/s this just reminds me of you, of us, that's all)

Chinese translation after the bump.

很多我未旅行过的地方，欣然存在于任何经验之外。

你的眼神多么寂静，你至柔的手势中有力量将我关闭。

我无法触及，因为它太靠近。

你轻轻的一瞥，便轻易地将我开启，

虽然我关闭自己，如握紧手指，

你总是一瓣一瓣地解开我，

如春天一样神秘轻巧的碰触它开启的第一朵蔷薇。

若是你要关闭我，

我和我的生命将合拢。

很丽地，很骤然地，

正如这朵花的心脏，梦幻中雪花一般小心翼翼地四处落下。