Delight me, tickle my senses, I challenge you! Being happy... isn't that something we all want to enjoy? Taking a walk in poetry by Edward E. Cummings, titled; “[S]omewhere I never travelled, willingly beyond,” where he embraces his reader revealing a rainbow of “colour[ful]” techniques – making my mind dance on hills of wildflowers (Cummings 742). With each new flower shaping a medley of abstract emotions, it conveys a more pronounced diction. And while I may paint a perfectly admiring portrait of love, history has a funny way of telling me otherwise. Fragile gestures are things that enclose me, / or that I cannot touch because they are too close” (Cummings 742). In the first line Cummings introduces meter, but he breaks this method in the next four lines. When you measure the first line, you distinguish it, like an introduction to a story, opening a path to the rest of the poem. Reading from verse to verse, we see Cummings' love for one another unravel piece by tantalizing piece. His thoughts begin to break down into open words on the page, but still remain embodied within a structure of quatrains. Perhaps telling us that his love is uncontrolled, but composed. In the first verse, lines one and two are separated from lines three and four with colons. Colons, at their simplest, separate Cummings' arguments from his explanations. The first two lines of verse one tell me about a place he longs to travel to, but has never been. The third and fourth lines of verse one describe that destination and why he must not go. In the fourth verse he draws me in... middle of the paper... and the depth with which he sees it, is his understanding. So where does that leave me now? I followed Cummings' path from technique to technique. I also took a closer look at his use of words. Grasping an image that I see clearly, but then questioning my thoughts as I read Cummings' story during that time. One thing still remains clear to me; he has loving admiration for this person, and just the innocence behind it, for me, remains open to interpretation. Works Cited Cummings, Edward. “Somewhere I've never gone, willingly further.” Literature An introduction to fiction, poetry, theater and writing. Ed. Campione, Donna. United States: Kennedy XJ, Dana Gioia, 2010, 2007 and 2005. 742. Print.Reef, Catherine. "E.E. Cummings, the life of a poet." USA: Houghton Mifflin Company trademark, 2006. Print