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There\'s been no e.e. cummings on this forum, so . . .
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did. women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone's any was all to her someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down) one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes women and men(both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain -e.e.cummings I'll leave it for John Cole to elaborate. |
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Re: There\'s been no e.e. cummings on this forum, so . . .
Very nice. As freshman in college I wrote a paper comparing this to Edwin Arlington Robinson's "Mr. Flood's Party"
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Re: There\'s been no e.e. cummings on this forum, so . . .
That's an enjoyable poem; light, quite creative, and pretty good. The poem can also be taken quite seriously in a sense. Nice again to see you enjoying poetry, andy, and to take the topics off all the heavy stuff;-)
John, I have not been able to find the poem "The Snowman" which you recommended. Googled it but no luck on several occasions. What was the author's name again? (although I think I googled his name too back when). By the way, "Desert Places" still runs through my mind on occasion while driving--also, I find I am acquiring more of a taste for Frost. |
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Re: There\'s been no e.e. cummings on this forum, so . . .
Funny, but "light" is not a word I'd use to characterize this poem.
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Re: There\'s been no e.e. cummings on this forum, so . . .
Why not? It's both light and serious.
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Re: There\'s been no e.e. cummings on this forum, some More. . .
may I feel said he
may I feel said he (i'll squeal said she just once said he) it's fun said she (may i touch said he how much said she a lot said he) why not said she (let's go said he not too far said she what's too far said he where you are said she) may i stay said he (which way said she like this said he if you kiss said she may i move said he is it love said she) if you're willing said he (but you're killing said she but it's life said he but your wife said she now said he) ow said she (tiptop said he don't stop said she oh no said he) go slow said she (cccome? said he ummm said she) you're divine!said he (you're Mine said she) |
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Re: There\'s been no e.e. cummings on this forum, so . . .
she being Brand
-new;and you know consequently a little stiff i was careful of her and(having thoroughly oiled the universal joint tested my gas felt of her radiator made sure her springs were O. K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her up,slipped the clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she kicked what the hell)next minute i was back in neutral tried and again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my lev-er Right- oh and her gears being in A 1 shape passed from low through second-in-to-high like greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity avenue i touched the accelerator and give her the juice,good (it was the first ride and believe i we was happy to see how nice she acted right up to the last minute coming back down by the Public Gardens i slammed on the internalexpanding & externalcontracting brakes Bothatonce and brought allofher tremB -ling to a:dead. stand- ;Still) |
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Re: There\'s been no e.e. cummings on this forum, so . . .
<font class="small">Code:</font><hr /><pre> Buffalo Bill's
defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death </pre><hr /> |
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my fave
In Just-
spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and it's spring and the goat-footed balloonMan whistles far and wee |
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Re: There\'s been no e.e. cummings on this forum, so . . .
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 easily will 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 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; nothing 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 (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 |
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