My English teacher recently read us these poems by Cummings. I personally like his style. Anyone else?
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My English teacher recently read us these poems by Cummings. I personally like his style. Anyone else?
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"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..."
I guess you could say I like him all right.
ihrocks
The revolution is just a T-shirt away -- Billy Bragg
Yes I love the poet
I especially adore his poem (In The Time Of Dafodils(How know
We meet no Stranger, but Ourself .
Emily Dickinson
Just starting to read ee cummings. Came across this poem, and it´s been in my head for days. I adore it, the rythm, the words (alliteration gets me evry time), but I have trouble understanding it. So, dear friends, how do you interpret this poem?
what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
-when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man
....
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't; blow death to was)
-all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live
e. e. cummings
Last edited by Isagel; 02-20-2004 at 06:59 AM.
"Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go" Blake
Honestly this is the first time I ever read Cumming's and indeed it's kinda hard to understand
I hate trying to "explain" poems- it's like murdering them! But we all need it at times so here goes and I'm being brief- I'm sure you can do a much better job of expanding my hints, Isagel then I can.
There are two forces in the poem- the destructive, rapacious aspect oflife enshrined in the wind and the surviving, enduring positivity enshrined in the human spirit. Not in great men, or kings or queens, but in humanity as a whole. This second force is only very briefly indicated- the last line of each stanza. All the preceding lines in all the stanzas show the wind in a dance of destruction, blowing everthing awry and out of place- neither the seasons, nor the landscapes, not human dignities, not friendships or promises- nothing is exempt from that destruction. The only exception is the spirit of man which "is the single, unrevealed secret remaining, the indomitable spirit that after all this destruction "calls hello to the spring" and in indomitable optimism declares that in the most acute death there is also the most acute life.
Hope that helped a little!
I'm nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?
There's a pair of us, don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
I thinks it's about seeing yourself or something from a different perspectives, what if things are different or what if something happened and turn everything upside down or changes everything. Notice the line "Blow King to beggar.."
Everything seems possible to happen, and with this poetry, Cummings tried to make us wonder about the other side of everything...
Oh..I'm being a smart arse here..
Interesting- I think my point was to the effect that in this upside down opposite perspective world, the human spirit still manages to keep it's end up!Originally posted by subterranean
Everything seems possible to happen, and with this poetry, Cummings tried to make us wonder about the other side of everything...
Are you nobody too?
There's a pair of us, don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
Oh, I don't really notice about the spirit thing, cause I only focus more on the physical perspective. True that materials can easily change, but when it comes to spirit it will never be that easy.
hi everybody
WHy is e.e. cummings often called"the Robin Hood of the American poetic circle"? Cite examples to illustrate your point.
Thank you!
I love ee cummings. You might find these sites helpful.
http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/eecummings/
http://www.barleywinegraphics.com/ha...s/cummings.htm
Last edited by Scheherazade; 01-04-2005 at 01:01 PM.
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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I really enjoy reading cummings.
Heh.
I've never encountered EE Cummings before, but I liked his "anyone lived in a pretty how town". His use of language is origional, what with the lack of grammatical aids other than parentheticals.
I love this, which I think one of the best love poems:
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 will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
....
(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
and I love this too:
1(a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
and this:
Me up at does
out of the floor
quietly Stare
a poisoned mouse
....
Did I mention that I love cummings' poetry?
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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This seems a favorite of many, including myself.Originally Posted by Scheherazade
A few other favorites of mine, along with the E.E. Cummings on my signature:
From "Songs VIII":
in the rain-
darkness, the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you
the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles
....
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From "One XXXIV"
life hurl my
yes,crumbles hand (ful released conarafetti)ev eryflitter,inga. where
mil(lions of aflickf)litter ing brightmillion ofS hurl;edindog:ing
whom areEyes shy-dodge is bright cruMbshandful,quick-hurl edinwho
Is flittercrumbs,fluttercrimbs are floatfallin,g;allwhere:
a:crimbflitteringish is arefloatsis ingfallall!mil,shy milbrightlions
my(hurl flicker handful
in)dodging are shybrigHteyes is crumbs(alll)if,ey Es
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Xaipe 54
maybe god
is a child
's hand) very carefully
bring
-ing
to you and to
me(and quite with
out crushing)the
papery weightless diminutive
world
with a hole in
it out
of which demons with wings would be streaming if
something had(maybe they couldn't
agree)not happened(and floating-
ly int
o
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Xaipe 12
two
o o
ld
o
nce upo
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a(
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o mo
re
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me
n
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