“somewhere i have never travelled,
gladly beyond any experience,
your eyes have their silence: ”
I have never travelled to this place I am explaining now because it is within me. Your eyes always say something to me: their silence (not speaking) has never occurred, and it is something which I find simply impossible: I should be dead, or you should be dead (but if you are dead, I am dead too!).
“in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near”
the most subtle gesture of your eyes contains everything that matters to me: all things which are important, which I really care for, are in them. (Because your eyes reflect the world as you see it, and the only world I am bound to is your world). These things I cannot touch because they are in me (too near me): my feelings, everything that touches me yet I cannot touch for it is deep inside me, in my heart (and it is YOU).
“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 skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose ”
when you stare at me you open my heart like a book: when it is open it resembles a flower (with patience, as it takes a year for a flower to open); a fist when it is closed (it is very easy to close a hand, and implies violence/hate, as opposed to love).
“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; ”
you were the first to open my heart. If you reject me, it will close again (very rapidly) and - though alive- I shall be dead, for my life is pointless without you. (spring equals love, life, beautifulness; snow equals cold of death).
“nothing which 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 ”
everything that you do affects me more than anything in this world, in such a way that your state (my state) is very fragile. You are my only world and your different states just like countries.
Moreover, your words (breath) can kill me or give me new life- it depends if you love me or not.
“(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”
I cannot explain what causes all this love in me, but the fact is that you eyes are more precious to me that all the other living hearts (roses). You are the only one that can move me inside, the only one who gets to places so hidden and tiny to which no one else can access, not even myself- I did not even know they existed until you showed them to me.
'the rain has such small hands' means, for instance, that rain can get through a door without having the key. To go where the rain (water) cannot, it means somewhere very remote (somewhere I have never travelled).