E.6.1 everyone lived in a pretty how town
by e.e. cummings
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
earh 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
Ahh, I love that poem, in all it's wordy weirdness. I understand it, but cannot explain it. Do you like it? I find it oddly worrisome. Perhaps, I am afraid that noone will stoop to kiss my face in this too big, small world.
Here are a couple more from mr. cummings. enjoy. or not. but think. or listen.
5 comments:
any poem with candy in it gets my undying love...
Oh, I haven't read e.e. cummings in Ages. I do love his rhythm and weirdness, and the imagery that makes so much sense, but you can't quite explain. I'm so glad you reminded me. (In a random aside, he graduated from my high school. Although, more accurately, he graduated from a boys school, that joined another school and it became my high school about a million years later. Ah, the evolution of public education.)
Thank you, so.
I like to write poems on the white board at work - it interests me to see the confusion that they evoke in some folk...If you don't object I share with you one of my favorites :)
2 little whos
(he and she)
under are this
wonderful tree
smiling stand
(all realms of where
and when beyond)
now and here
(far from a grown
-up i&you-
ful world of known)
who and who
(2 little ams
and over them this
aflame with dreams
incredible is)
I'm sure you know I'm a cummings fan, so it was fun to share those poems today.
I write seasonal poems on my sliding glass door. It used to be on my classroom window, but now my home is my classroom.
I think you should too.
At least a stanza or so.
I will post my Halloween Carl Sandburg poem soon and show you the window work. :)
Thank you for sharing:)
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