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Topic 24 of 52: The Poetry of e. e. cummings

Thu, Jul 9, 1998 (10:37) | Wolf (wolf)
enough said.
70 responses total.

 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 1 of 70: Charlotte  (Charlotte) * Thu, Jul  9, 1998 (12:37) * 42 lines 
 
Ah. Home at last. :) Thanks, Nick!

Here is my personal favorite:




You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we'll leave it far and far away--
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and--
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight
And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart--
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I'll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probably stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

- ee cummings



 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 2 of 70: Paul Terry Walhus (terry) * Thu, Jul  9, 1998 (16:01) * 1 lines 
 
And he used upper and lower case!


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 3 of 70: Charlotte  (Charlotte) * Thu, Jul  9, 1998 (16:02) * 1 lines 
 
Yes, but not in a conventional manner. Thank god. :)


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 4 of 70: paula mendoza  (paula) * Thu, Jul  9, 1998 (17:19) * 25 lines 
 
(for you, and i and us)
(july 9th 1998)


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 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 soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder thats keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


- e.e cummings



 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 5 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Thu, Jul  9, 1998 (17:36) * 8 lines 
 
damn paula jane...
(damn)

it is beautiful
(that's not one of the hundred is it?)
it is perfect...
okay...
give me a couple of minutes...


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 6 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Thu, Jul  9, 1998 (17:44) * 29 lines 
 
ummm... the same-
(je, tu, nous)
(july 9th 1998)

stand with your lover on the ending earth-

and while a(huge which by which huger than
huge)whoing sea leaps to greenly hurl snow

suppose we could not love,dear;imagine

ourselves like living neither nor dead these
(or many thousand hearts which don't and dream
or many million minds which sleep and move)
blind sands,at pitiless the mercy of

time time time time time

-how fortunate are you and i,whose home
is timelessness:we who have wandered down
from fragrant mountains of eternal now

to frolic in such mysteries as birth
and death a day(or maybe even less)

- e. e. cummings





 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 7 of 70: Stacey Vura  (stacey) * Thu, Jul  9, 1998 (17:56) * 27 lines 
 
(for the both of you)
(days being immaterial and all)


Thy fingers make early flowers of
all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
sings,saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear,we will go amaying.

thy whitest feet are crisply straying.
Always
thy moist eyes are at kisses playing,
whose strangness much
says;singing
(though love be a day)
for which girl art thou flowers bringing?

To be thy lips is a sweet thing
and small.
Death,Thee i call rich beyond wishing
if this thou catch,
else missing.
(though love be a day
and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing).


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 8 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Thu, Jul  9, 1998 (22:24) * 3 lines 
 
stacey, thank you... that was
beautiful, indeed...



 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 9 of 70: paula mendoza  (paula) * Thu, Jul  9, 1998 (23:01) * 1 lines 
 
ooh, i like that one. beautiful poem. thank you, stacey, for posting it.


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 10 of 70: paula mendoza  (paula) * Thu, Jul  9, 1998 (23:08) * 1 lines 
 
oh, nearly forgot to mention, the poem you posted, charlotte. i really like it. i havent read it before, its -and i say this so often, but know i mean it each time- beautiful. ive only just recently discovered cummings for myself and i really love him. thanks for posting it.


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 11 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Thu, Jul  9, 1998 (23:16) * 34 lines 
 
here's the bit on keats i was telling you about earlier
(thought i'd POSTED it earlier... must've screwed it up
somehow... that may've been about the time i was reading
your poem (YOUR poem) and spilling iced tea all over my frigging
keyboard... anyway, it is excellent, and true... and chilling
sort of (esp. considering how... well, you know... how special
each of them is...to us... and to everyone that loves poetry,
i guess)...
god, how i do love them both...
yeah
anyway
(stand forth, indeed, john keats)...

FAME SPEAKS

Stand forth,John Keats! On earth thou knew'st me not;
Steadfast through all the storms of passion,thou,
True to thy muse,and virgin to thy vow;
Resigned,if name with ashes were forgot,
So thou one arrow in the gold had'st shot!
I never placed my laurel on thy brow,
But on thy name I come to lay it now,
When thy bones wither in the earthly plot.
Fame is my name. I dwell among the clouds,
Being immortal,and the wreath I bring
Itself is Immortality. The sweets
Of earth I know not,more the pains,but wing
In mine own ether,with the crownéd crowds
Born of the centuries.-Stand forth,John Keats!

- e. e. cummings





 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 12 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Mon, Jul 13, 1998 (02:58) * 33 lines 
 
(for you, mystery girl)
(seemed strangely appropriate)


supposing i dreamed this)
only imagine,when day has thrilled
you are a house around which
i am a wind-

your walls will not reckon how
strangely my life is curved
since the best he can do
is to peer through windows,unobserved

-listen,for(out of all
things)dream is noone's fool;
if this wind who i am prowls
carefully around this house of you

love being such,or such,
the normal corners of your heart
will never guess how much
my wonderful jealousy is dark

if light should flower:
or laughing sparkle from
the shut house(around and around
which a poor wind will roam

- e. e. cummings





 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 13 of 70: paula mendoza  (paula) * Mon, Jul 13, 1998 (03:14) * 42 lines 
 
(the poem above does sound... right. ive read it once before, but i just got it- you know, like really 'got it'- now. i really like it.)

(um... the poem below... for you. to us)




the great advantage of being alive
(intead of undying)is not so much
that mind no more can disprove than prove
what heart may feel and soul may touch
-the great(my darling)happens to be
that love are in we, that love are in we

and here is a secret they never will share
for whom create is less than have
or one times one than when times where-
that we are in love,that we are in love:
with us they've nothing times nothing to do
(for love are in we am in i are in you)

this world(as timorous itsters all
to call their cowardice quiet agree)
shall never discover our touch and feel
-for love are in we are in love are in we;
for you are and i am and we are(above
and under all possible worlds)in love

a billion brains may coax undeath
from fancied fact and spaceful time-
no heart can leap,no soul can breath
but by the sizeless truth of a dream
whose sleep is the sky and the earth and the sea
For love are in you am in i are in we


- e. e. cummings


(...that we are in love,that we are in love)




 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 14 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Mon, Jul 13, 1998 (03:18) * 3 lines 
 
damn
i really really love that
damn


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 15 of 70: paula mendoza  (paula) * Tue, Jul 14, 1998 (04:10) * 49 lines 
 
(um... more cummings... i love this one too)





voices to voices,lip to lip
i swear(to noone everyone)constitutes
undying;or whatever this and that petal confutes...
to exist being a peculiar form of sleep

what's beyond logic happens beneath will;
nor can these moments be translated:i say
that even after April
by God there is no excuse for May

-bring forth your flowers and machinery:sculpture and prose
flowers guess and miss
machinery is the more accurate, yes
it delivers the goods,Heaven knows

(yet are we mindful,though not as yet awake,
of ourselves which shout and cling,being
for a little while and which easily break
in spite of the best overseeing)

i mean that the blond abscence of any program
except last and always and first to live
makes unimportant what i and you believe;
not for philosophy does this rose give a damn...

bring on your fireworks,which are a mixed
splendor of piston and of pistil;very well
provided an instant may be fixed
so that it will not rub,like any other pastel.

(While you and i have lips and voices which
are for kissing and to sing with
who cares if some oneyed son for a bitch
invents an instrument to measure Spring with?

each dream nascitur,is not made...)
why then to Hell with that:the other;this,
since the thing perhaps is
to eat flower and not to be afraid.



- e. e. cummings


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 16 of 70: paula mendoza  (paula) * Tue, Jul 14, 1998 (04:30) * 48 lines 
 



OF NICOLETTE

dreaming in marble all the castle lay
like some gigantic ghost-flower born of night
blossoming in white towers to the moon,
soft sighed the passionate darkness to the tune
of tiny troubadours, and (phantom white)
dumb-blooming boughs let fall their glorious snows,
and the unearthly sweetness of a rose
swam upward from the troubled heart of May;

a Winged Passion woke and one by one
there fell upon the night, like angel's tears,
the syllables of that mysterious prayer,
and as an opening lily drowsy-fair
(when from her couch of poppy petals peers
the sleepy morning) gently draws apart
her curtains, and lays bare her trembling heart,
with beads of dew made jewels by the sun,

so one high shining tower (which as a glass
turned light to flame and blazed with snowy fire)
unfolding, gave the moon a nymphlike face,
a form whose snowy symmetry of grace
haunted the limbs as the music haunts the lyre,
a creature of white hands, who letting fall
a thread of lustre from the castle wall
glided, a drop of radiance, to the grass-

shunning the sudden moonbeam's treacherous snare
she sought the harbouring dark, and (catching up
her delicate silk) all white, with shining feet,
went forth into the dew: right wildly beat
her heart at every kiss of daisy-cup
and from her cheek the beauteous colour went
with every bough that reverently bent
to touch the yellow wonder of her hair.




- e. e. cummings





 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 17 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Sat, Jul 25, 1998 (15:09) * 2 lines 
 
is that last one from your Big Book?
(never read it... it's beautiful)


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 18 of 70: paula mendoza  (paula) * Sat, Aug  1, 1998 (04:08) * 3 lines 
 
uh huh, it is... and it is beautiful...
its a shame this topics so... quiet...



 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 19 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Sat, Aug  1, 1998 (16:44) * 2 lines 
 
yup
(indeed)


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 20 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (19:45) * 13 lines 
 
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves, since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds

-before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.

e. e. cummings


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 21 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (20:01) * 1 lines 
 
I'm so happy there's a page here for cummings....he has been, is, and most likely will always be my favorite poet....I love to see others enjoying his every uncapitalized word and perfectly placed space as much as I do


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 22 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (20:02) * 13 lines 
 
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves, since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds

-before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.

e. e. cummings


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 23 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (20:07) * 2 lines 
 
hey!!!
(what's up?)


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 24 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (20:28) * 1 lines 
 
(you're not mad at me too or you?)


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 25 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (20:56) * 7 lines 
 
oops...didn't mean to post that twice


hey!!!!
so much I'm not even going to begin

mad?...me?....no....what makes you think so?


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 26 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:15) * 12 lines 
 
dunno...
(natural sense of paranoia i suppose)
you have my hotmail address? not even sure what
my address is here... don't do much net stuff
anymore...hold on... umm, it's ...
i think... or ...
either way, write me, okay?
(um maybe you should use the hotmail address because
i'm not even sure how to retrieve my mail here and
i'll probably only be here another few weeks or
something)



 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 27 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:18) * 1 lines 
 
aye aye cap'n


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 28 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:20) * 6 lines 
 
shit
put the address in brackets...
didn't print...
some kind of commie-computer-language thing...
anyway, my hotmail address is pmnh@hotmail.com



 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 29 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:21) * 2 lines 
 
unfortunately I'm having technical difficulties with my e-mail at the moment
so...when I'm able to, I'll e-mail


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 30 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:23) * 1 lines 
 
I remembered


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 31 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:25) * 1 lines 
 
did you indeed?


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 32 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:27) * 1 lines 
 
I remembered


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 33 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:28) * 1 lines 
 
hmm....once again...oops


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 34 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:29) * 2 lines 
 
I did indeed
no short term memory, but plenty of long term


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 35 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:30) * 2 lines 
 
for fear of secreted daggers (etc.), i shall
refrain from comment...


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 36 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:31) * 2 lines 
 
I did indeed
no short term memory, but plenty of long term


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 37 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:32) * 2 lines 
 
what's going on?
echo


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 38 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:33) * 1 lines 
 
it didn't happen that time


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 39 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:35) * 3 lines 
 
refrain from comment?
you?
are you feeling ok?


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 40 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:35) * 2 lines 
 
still kickin'
(et tu? tae kwon do-ing, i mean?)


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 41 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:37) * 2 lines 
 
(and that was just a little unkind... and you
type too damn fast for me)


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 42 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:43) * 3 lines 
 
hey, gotta go for a bit...
you wanta talk, be back in half hour or so...
(i'll call, if you want)


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 43 of 70: Flidais  (Flidais) * Wed, Oct 21, 1998 (21:58) * 1 lines 
 
no longer kicking....I broke my collar bone pretty badly this summer sparring with a black belt...the bones aren't going back together..I'm out of business for about eight months..I've got to run too...but I'll be back sometime in the next week...and no, I don't want you to call


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 44 of 70: nick a'hannay  (pmnh) * Thu, Oct 22, 1998 (01:27) * 11 lines 
 
damn melanie...
really sorry to hear that...
damn i mean damn that's awful... hope
you're being a good patient (for once)
(and i DO know how stubborn you can be
when you've a mind to)...
anyway, please do write, snail mail if
nothing else (i'll send you my new
address, my new texas address anyway...
be living in vancouver (b.c.) fulltime,
though, in a couple of weeks...


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 45 of 70: wer  (KitchenManager) * Fri, May 21, 1999 (14:04) * 1 lines 
 
rarely to return it seems, too...


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 46 of 70: paula mendoza  (paula) * Sun, Aug 22, 1999 (21:58) * 105 lines 
 
a tribute to mr. cummings.....



-SIR-



sir

i am indebt to you, humbled
and i thank that you are
and have that only
and truly your own

awe. would, if ever
that you had been
roused like lazarus
and doubt you and grow
stupid dumb tongue
knotted to struck

i fashion a verse
to and only accidentally
because it has
been so easy to
write as freely
as you

sir

that your impeccable manners
and you've been brought
upright, as any man stands
and can i stand, beside you
poet, maybe

i write
stale the words breed
sometimes parasitic
to suck blood and blood
less gray from day
would say, to anyone
who'd ever

stop

to listen
that i crowned myself poet
in a boldness learned
only through

the words i've so
much fell in love and took
to bed, dreaming in
syrup. took to
sheets beneath
a lyric and sing
it in sleep

i am in love

with words

you know, sir, one day
i dubbed myself night
so dark, and selflessly outright
selfish. self, self- my, mine
and i

i painted me a deep deep red
like the red of rose, like the red
of sky- when my cookie sun
is bit by sky, i

and now, a rush
and it is (my own)

sir

your own. construct the line
i, and i to over, brIck, brIck
brIck... and wall

I am the CasIle of my I

sir

orbIt, my
and i see vermillion
i see indigo, i see
colours in swirls of oil
glistentrickling as the bells
of brooks when they
peal over rocks
and fingertip pebbles

sir,

and thank you
sincerely.



-Paula Jane A'Hannay-


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 47 of 70: John Burnett  (mrchips) * Sun, Aug 22, 1999 (22:23) * 8 lines 
 
wow

the only response

i can give is to whistle
far
and
wee...


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 48 of 70: Charlotte  (Charlotte) * Mon, Aug 23, 1999 (09:16) * 3 lines 
 
Ditto that whistle!

Paula, that is simply magnificent. Stand beside hime...tall and proud.


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 49 of 70: Charlotte  (Charlotte) * Mon, Aug 23, 1999 (09:17) * 5 lines 
 
duh. see how flabbergasted you made me?

of course I meant "stand beside HIM".

sigh.


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 50 of 70: Stacey Vura  (stacey) * Mon, Aug 23, 1999 (09:48) * 7 lines 
 
again Paula...
you've left us all stunned with impressions beyond words...
or at least have seen to it that those words are beyond our grasp.
thank you for posting.

(and stick around awhile
or make those 'in-betweens' with less in between)


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 51 of 70: Wolf  (wolf) * Mon, Aug 23, 1999 (13:01) * 1 lines 
 
and now paula's back! thanks for sharing *smile*


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 52 of 70: John Burnett  (mrchips) * Mon, Aug 23, 1999 (19:36) * 29 lines 
 
I'm surprised and shocked that no one has posted my cummings fave, so here goes:


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 which 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

--e. e. cummings


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 53 of 70: Wolf  (wolf) * Mon, Aug 23, 1999 (20:46) * 1 lines 
 
moving piece, john...


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 Response 54 of 70: Marcia  (MarciaH) * Mon, Aug 23, 1999 (20:51) * 1 lines 
 
I can see why it is a favorite, but it is so beautiful and intimate, it is almost painful to read.


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 55 of 70: Wolf  (wolf) * Mon, Aug 23, 1999 (20:56) * 1 lines 
 
it is very intimate. love the way he figured out a way to describe this in a way that is so eloquent. john, do you know who inspired this piece for him?


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 56 of 70: John Burnett  (mrchips) * Mon, Aug 23, 1999 (21:40) * 1 lines 
 
Wolf, I wish I knew the answer to that. Cummings was a very private man who did not like to discuss the less political, more intimate aspects of his poetry (I also love his antiwar poetry such as "i sing of olaf..."). Nor have I read his letters, if they exist. Must've been SOME muse! Funny you should mention painful, as well as intimate, Marcia. Tennessee Williams used the poem as his inspiration for Laura in "The Glass Menagerie."


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 57 of 70: Marcia  (MarciaH) * Mon, Aug 23, 1999 (22:08) * 1 lines 
 
Perhaps it spoke to me on a level more vulnerable than usual...


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 58 of 70: John Burnett  (mrchips) * Mon, Aug 23, 1999 (22:18) * 1 lines 
 
Marcia, you can deal with the world. Poor Laura. If anyone exists like her in real life, they have my complete pity.


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 59 of 70: paula mendoza  (paula) * Thu, Aug 26, 1999 (01:57) * 12 lines 
 
ooh... i love that poem.
so- delicate. like crystal. just...
beautiful. and that word, intimate? is perfect.
thank you very much for posting it, john.

and i didnt know... about laura. ive just recently re-read
the glass menagerie and its so cool to see how one poet has inspired
the other (and yes, i consider tennesse williams as much a poet as
playwright )





 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 60 of 70: John Burnett  (mrchips) * Thu, Aug 26, 1999 (04:10) * 1 lines 
 
So do I...and you have a delightful way with words, yourself, Paula!


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 61 of 70: Amy Keene  (Irishprincess) * Mon, Nov  8, 1999 (19:24) * 22 lines 
 
I'm surprised that no one has posted my favorite e.e. cummings poem:

"[chérie]"

chérie
the very, picturesque, last Day
(when all the clocks have lost their jobs and god
sits up quickly to judge the Big Sinners)
he will have something large and fluffy to say
to me. All the pale grumbling wings

of his greater angels will cease: as that curse

bounds neat-ly from the angry wad

of his forehead (then fiends with pitchforkthings
will catch and toss me lovingly to
and fro.) Last, should you look, you
'll find me prone upon a greatest flame,
which seethes in a beautiful way
upward; with someone by the name
of Paolo passing the time of day.


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 62 of 70: Moon  (moonbeam) * Tue, Nov  9, 1999 (01:19) * 55 lines 
 
I love this one too, Amy...

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 are Mine said she)






 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 63 of 70: Amy Keene  (Irishprincess) * Tue, Nov  9, 1999 (13:10) * 1 lines 
 
Oh my! I'm not even going to say a word...


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 64 of 70: Marcia  (MarciaH) * Wed, Nov 10, 1999 (23:58) * 1 lines 
 
Well, I shall...(fools rushing in and all that...!) I found that and circulated it via email...too bad I did not have the courage to post it. I like it!!!


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 65 of 70: ee spring (sprin5) * Sat, Jan 20, 2001 (11:53) * 28 lines 
 

somewhere i have neve 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 skillfully,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 everwhere carefully descending;

nothing which 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

e.e.cummings



 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 66 of 70: Paul Terry Walhus (terry) * Wed, Oct  3, 2001 (20:58) * 36 lines 
 
plato told

him:he couldn't
believe it(jesus

told him;he
wouldn't believe
it)lao

tsze
certainly told
him,and general
(yes

mam)
sherman;
and even
(believe it
or

not)you
told him:i told
him;we told him
(he didn't believe it,no

sir)it took
a nipponized bit of
the old sixth

avenue
el;in the top of his head:to tell

him

-- e. e. cummings



 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 67 of 70: paula  (pmnh) * Sun, Oct  7, 2001 (03:28) * 4 lines 
 
hmmm... never read this one before...

must look it up. i wonder what he was talking about?
(must also look up nipponized- there's a curious word)


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 68 of 70: Melanie  (Centaur) * Sun, Feb 17, 2002 (18:54) * 1 lines 
 
I forgot my Flidais password, so I switched names, but it's the same Bat Person...Nick please e-mail me so we can catch up...it's been so long


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 69 of 70: paula mendoza  (paula) * Mon, May 20, 2002 (12:48) * 10 lines 
 
'eh-

this is paula- am at a schlotsky's at a temp internet booth.
currently not online, but will be soon.
i just ran over to the table and told him you wrote.
i'm not sure his hotmail address is still working. (just tried to get into mine and the thing crashed). anyway- he's here... well, there really, reading the paper, but yeah....

anyway, i saw a business building named after him- nippon, something nippon. so, um. i guess i came on here to answer myself...

sure he wants to talk. and will... someones waiting behind me... can't write straight... aaggh.


 Topic 24 of 52 [poetry]: The Poetry of e. e. cummings
 Response 70 of 70: Paul Terry Walhus (terry) * Tue, May 21, 2002 (05:54) * 1 lines 
 
Welcome Paula.

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