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.

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2 Comments

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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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