Tag Archives: cummings
little i
From 73 Poems by e.e. cummings, published posthumously © 1963: 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)
In a world seduced by easy understanding…
This short excerpt from the preface to E.E Cummings: A Life by Susan Cheever, ©2014, was a big help to me in understanding his poems. It’s a tremendous relief to know I’m not supposed to “get it” right away: Modernism as (E.E.) Cummings and his mid-twentieth-century colleagues embraced it had three parts. The first was …
Slow Down the Inexorable Rush
Excerpted from the preface to E.E Cummings: A Life by Susan Cheever, ©2014 Princeton poet Richard P. Blackmur said (E.E.) Cummings’s poems were “baby talk,” and poetry arbiter Helen Vendler called them repellent and foolish: “What is wrong with a man who writes this?” she asked. Nothing was wrong with Cummings– or Duchamp or Stravinsky …
Time, Time, Time; Look what’s become of me…
Before he was an author or a poet, E.E. Cummings was an idealistic young man who volunteered to be an ambulance driver for the French army during World War I. When his best friend was caught writing letters home denouncing the war, he found himself imprisoned along with him for several months while the French …
Enormous
I just discovered that E.E. Cummings autobiographical novel The Enormous Room is in the public domain. You can download it in many different formats from Project Gutenberg, HERE.
Up So Floating
This is my favorite poem by e.e. cummings. It would be impossible to analyze line-by-line, you have to take it as a whole; just like a painting, if you stand too close you’ll miss it: anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang …
