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100 Selected Poems by E.E. Cummings
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Feb 23, 2011

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bookshelves: in-english, classics, poetry, books-i-own, read-in-2011
Read from November 03 to 07, 2011

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile


While reading this, I was constantly divided between "ohh, I love this!" and "ehm, okay, now what is going on?" I just don't think that all of e. e. cummings' work is for me. There were some true masterpieces in the book though, and I really loved the way he played with syntax and interpunction. The themes of his poems range from love to humanity, and I think that's why I may like the poems better when I'm older and have experienced more. I shall have to hold on to the book and give it another chance later.


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,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves


when serpents bargain for the right to squirm
and the sun strikes to gain a living wage -
when thorns regard their roses wth alarm
and rainbows are insured against old age

when every thrush may sing no new moon in
if all screech-owls have not okayed his voice
-and any wave signs on the dotted line
or else an ocean is compelled to close

when the oak begs permission of the birch
to make an acorn - valleys accuse their
mountains of having altitude - and march
denounces april as a saboteur

then we'll believe in that incredible
unanimal mankind (and not until)
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