Poetry Break: e.e. cummings
There's a new biography of e.e. cummings.
I think people have known for a while that there's more to cummings than a cutesy poet who didn't use punctuation properly, and who insisted on having his name written in lower-case letters. We haven't really had a solid explanation for all the strange, mysterious creations he is responsible for (there are hundreds of poems in his collected works). As a result, we are mainly stuck with "Anyone lived in a pretty how town", and this tricky little anti-war, anti-patriotism poem.
I'll look forward to finding something stronger to grab onto.
Incidentally, there are links to many of cummings's poems here, here, here (includes audio samples of cummings reading), and here.
Meanwhile, Erin O'Connor has posted a cummings poem that has quite a bit of depth and complexity to it. It is, if you'll permit the intrusion of physics, a kind of poetic tesseract: four dimensions, the extension of space, the interpenetation of space and time.
I took a stab at an interpretation in the comments. Am I right?
I think people have known for a while that there's more to cummings than a cutesy poet who didn't use punctuation properly, and who insisted on having his name written in lower-case letters. We haven't really had a solid explanation for all the strange, mysterious creations he is responsible for (there are hundreds of poems in his collected works). As a result, we are mainly stuck with "Anyone lived in a pretty how town", and this tricky little anti-war, anti-patriotism poem.
I'll look forward to finding something stronger to grab onto.
Incidentally, there are links to many of cummings's poems here, here, here (includes audio samples of cummings reading), and here.
Meanwhile, Erin O'Connor has posted a cummings poem that has quite a bit of depth and complexity to it. It is, if you'll permit the intrusion of physics, a kind of poetic tesseract: four dimensions, the extension of space, the interpenetation of space and time.
I took a stab at an interpretation in the comments. Am I right?
4 Comments:
I don't know if you're "right," Deep, but I think your wife is a lucky girl. Thanks for reminding me of e.e. cummings, I had forgotten.
Now, now, Loretta. I was just interpreting the poem!!
;-)
I just happened upon this page while surfing and I noticed you put Cummings's name in lowercase. I did a research paper on him and it turns out he preferred it in uppercase. Sometimes he would write it in lowercase when writing letters to friends, but when publishing his books and things he would use uppercase. I believe someone actually wrote him a letter once and asked him how he preferred it, and he responded that it was capitalized. Here is a website with documentation of this: http://www.gvsu.edu/english/cummings/caps.htm
Sorry, it's just a pet peeve of mine!
-Heidi
My favorite poem by EE Cummings is "i carry your heart with me"
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
Source:
famouspoetsandpoems.com
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