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Arcsech: Aug 5, 2008

Anybody have opinions on ee cummings? Growing up I didn't really appreciate poetry, I thought it was kind of dumb - but I ran into ee cummings' "anyone lived in a pretty how town" in a college english class which really helped me "get it". I think because the syntactical weirdness helped me disengage the analytical part of my brain and "feel" the poem.

Essentially, this:

ee cummings posted:

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
�the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

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Arcsech: Aug 5, 2008

s7indicate3 posted:

Any love for my boy E.E. Cummings?? His unique poetic stylings inspired a generation of American poets. Granted, his stuff might appear inaccessible to someone unfamiliar with his oeuvre but I really urge goons to give it a good shot. As long as you keep yourself from trying to 'master' his poems you'll find that they are really quite beautiful. I'll post one I particularly like. Something about it brought me back to the innocence of my childhood.

EDIT: The formatting gets messed on the forum so I'll just link it here http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176657

ee cummings owns. He's definitely my favorite poet, both for his more abstract works:

And his more traditional (if still a little oddball) poetry:

ee cummings posted:

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn�t a lie,
Life would be delight,�
But things couldn�t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn�t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I�d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn�t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,�
Yet they�d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn�t be we.

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