April Poetry: e.e. cummings

After the events in Boston yesterday, I decided to not post anything for the rest of the day. So this week’s poet–e.e. cummings–will be short by a day.

I first encountered e.e. cummings in high school, when we read a poem or two by him which I didn’t much like. Later, in college, I found that the outward play of his unconventional grammar and punctuation hides a real beauty of language. In fact, I think cummings has a somewhat undeserved reputation as a bawdy poet–he is bawdy in the same way John Donne is, and to take that as the face value of his poems is doing him a disservice.

At any rate, here is one of my favorites today.

who are you,little i

(five or six years old)
peering from some high

window;at the gold

of november sunset

(and feeling:that if day
has to become night

this is a beautiful way)

april poetry

Note: There’s an interesting discussion of the history of the decapitalization of Cummings’ name, with a strong suggestion that he himself preferred the capitalized version. However, in this case I’ve chosen to go with the version most readers will be familiar with.



Filed under April poetry, poetry

2 responses to “April Poetry: e.e. cummings

  1. Mimi

    Hmmm, I always thought that he chose no capitals for his name, thanks for the link.
    I’ve always liked his poetry.

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