I was first introduced to this poetic genius by a song version of:
i thank you God for most this amazing
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
wich is natural which is infinite...
We have those feelings in which words are so inadequate when we try to describe them that we end up being powerless in regards to our communication.
The modernist poet recognised this, recognised that what they needed to convey was honest and full and yet the traditional...
since feeling is firstwho pays any attentionto the syntax of thingswill never wholly kiss you;wholly to be a foolwhile Spring is in the worldmy blood approves,and kisses are a far better fatethan wisdomlady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry--the best gesture of my brain is less...
A man turned me onto this poet and he is my favorite. I just recently bought his entire compilation. Below is one of my favorites and what I consider to be his funniest.
May i feel said he
(I’ll squeal said she
Just once said he)
It’s fun said she
(may I touch said he
e.e. cummings - i have found what you are like
i have found what you are like
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
I heard this quote off my favorite show One Tree Hill. I wrote it down cause I liked it.
"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing it's best night and day to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop...
My favourite of his poems:
who knows if the moon's... (VII)
who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
When I was in my late teens my then lover -an English teacher-introduced me to ee cummings. Wonderful poet!
I have so many "favourites" but the best of the best, for me, is:
if these lips which i have loved
and your own sweet fingers