{"id":2148,"date":"2013-07-23T13:44:36","date_gmt":"2013-07-23T10:44:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=2148"},"modified":"2013-07-23T13:44:36","modified_gmt":"2013-07-23T10:44:36","slug":"somewhere-i-have-never-traveled","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=2148","title":{"rendered":"Somewhere I Have Never Traveled"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"20130717_160913\" href=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/20130717_1609131.jpg\" rel=\"prettyPhoto-img\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-2149\" alt=\"20130717_160913\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/20130717_1609131.jpg\" width=\"497\" height=\"297\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">Somewhere I Have Never Traveled<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond<br \/> any experience, your eyes have their silence:<br \/> in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,<br \/> or which I cannot touch because they are too near<\/p>\n<p>your slightest look easily will unclose me<br \/> though I have closed myself as fingers,<br \/> you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens<br \/> (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose<\/p>\n<p>or if your wish be to close me, I and<br \/> my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,<br \/> as when the heart of this flower imagines<br \/> the snow carefully everywhere descending;<\/p>\n<p>nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals<br \/> the power of your intense fragility: whose texture<br \/> compels me with the color of its countries,<br \/> rendering death and forever with each breathing<\/p>\n<p>(I do not know what it is about you that closes<br \/> and opens; only something in me understands<br \/> the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)<br \/> nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>e. e. cummings<\/blockquote><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2148","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2148","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2148"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2148\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2151,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2148\/revisions\/2151"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2148"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2148"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2148"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}