Anyone want to discuss the poetry of e.e. cummings?
This little gem came to me in the mail riding on a postcard unsigned.
(sitting in a tree-)
o small you
sitting in a tree-
sitting in a treetop
riding on a greenest
riding on a greener
(o little i)
riding on a leaf
o least who
sing small thing
dance little joy
(shine most prayer)
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And here is my e.e. cummings postcard reply:
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
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That's the other e.e. cummings poem that so hooked me when I read it a high school textbook. What a coincidence that you chose it. The voice in that is so powerful, almost maniacal; I love it. "and have you the petal of somewhere in your heart/pinched from dumb summer?" I didn't care what that meant (still don't), but the sound and rhythm are great. "O crazy daddy of death" is a favorite synonym for winter.
Did you know that cummings wrote a WW I memoir called The Enormous Room? I've been curious about it. It might be difficult to find, though. (Oh boy, am I still pre-Internet at heart.)
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Did you know that cummings wrote a WW I memoir called The Enormous Room? I've been curious about it. It might be difficult to find, though. (Oh boy, am I still pre-Internet at heart.)
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I've just read this one for the first time and rather like it. The spacing will not be right, but still okay.
i have found what you are like
i have found what you are like
the rain,
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows
lurch and.press
-in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss
i have found what you are like
i have found what you are like
the rain,
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows
lurch and.press
-in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss
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Another coincidence, I've read it and love love loved it DWill! You're right about it being hard to find, I don't know about your side of the globe but in Aus it's out of print, I had to do some scrimmaging in libraries to get hold of a copy. Anyway, it's a very funny book, reminds me a lot of Heller's Catch-22 if you've read it (I'd call Catch-22 the Enormous room of WWII). It's strange which books stay in print and which fall into obscurity, sometimes it seems to have nothing to do with the quality of the book. Just a couple of similarities between the two books are that both feature a large and quirky group of characters and the narrators describe these characters humanely.DWill wrote:Did you know that cummings wrote a WW I memoir called The Enormous Room? I've been curious about it. It might be difficult to find, though.
What was the other cummings poem that hooked you?
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Thanks for this poem Saffron. The spacing seems pretty good to me, the part before the last stanza seems to evoke the process of rain falling: its lightness which is reflected in the words feather and dust, and also the heaviness of the impact of raindrops ("club of the wind", "lurch and.press") Then, with the lines:
"And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;"
The tone shifts from dynamic to a feeling of silence and safety, as though the rain has stopped.
"And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;"
The tone shifts from dynamic to a feeling of silence and safety, as though the rain has stopped.
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Rose: I much appreciate your comments on the E.E. Cummings poem. I think I'll post another! What do you think of this one?
if i love You
if i love You
(thickness means
worlds inhabited by roamingly
stern bright faeries
if you love
me) distance is mind carefully
luminous with innumerable gnomes
Of complete dream
if we love each (shyly)
other, what clouds do or Silently
Flowers resembles beauty
less than our breathing
if i love You
if i love You
(thickness means
worlds inhabited by roamingly
stern bright faeries
if you love
me) distance is mind carefully
luminous with innumerable gnomes
Of complete dream
if we love each (shyly)
other, what clouds do or Silently
Flowers resembles beauty
less than our breathing
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And one more -- an all time favorite love poem or really it is a sex poem.
i like my body when it is with your
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
i like my body when it is with your
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new