redrobbo Posted January 10, 2010 Share Posted January 10, 2010 Here is a love poem. If you are unfamiliar with e e cummings, and his peculiar style of punctuation, please persevere - the effort is worth it! anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone's any was all to her someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down) one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes. Women and men(both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pattricia Posted January 10, 2010 Share Posted January 10, 2010 Thats beautiful. Have you made it up yourself Robbo ? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
redrobbo Posted January 10, 2010 Share Posted January 10, 2010 e e cummings is my favourite poet. At times profound, and at other times both witty and entertaining. He refused to give his poems titles, and his punctuation is truly amazing. So, here, for your enjoyment, is his poem about a brand new car.....or at least I think that's what his poem seems to be about! she being Brand -new;and you know consequently a little stiff i was careful of her and(having thoroughly oiled the universal joint tested my gas felt of her radiator made sure her springs were O. K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her up,slipped the clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she kicked what the hell)next minute i was back in neutral tried and again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my lev-er Right- oh and her gears being in A 1 shape passed from low through second-in-to-high like greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity avenue i touched the accelerator and give her the juice,good (it was the first ride and believe i we was happy to see how nice she acted right up to the last minute coming back down by the Public Gardens i slammed on the internalexpanding & externalcontracting brakes Bothatonce and brought allofher tremB -ling to a:dead. stand- ;Still) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
redrobbo Posted January 10, 2010 Share Posted January 10, 2010 Thats beautiful. Have you made it up yourself Robbo ? Nope, I'm not that good at writing poems. It's by the late American poet, e e cummings. More to follow pattricia! Enjoy! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pattricia Posted January 10, 2010 Share Posted January 10, 2010 Nope, I'm not that good at writing poems. It's by the late American poet, e e cummings. More to follow pattricia! Enjoy! Very unusual. Not like poetry at all, but a long story Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
redrobbo Posted January 10, 2010 Share Posted January 10, 2010 Here is both a witty and yet profound poem by e e cummings. It always makes me smile. Enjoy! nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should have gone into vaudeville perhaps because my Uncle Sol could sing McCann He Was A Diver on Xmas Eve like Hell Itself which may or may not account for the fact that my Uncle Sol indulged in that possibly most inexcusable of all to use a highfalootin phrase luxuries that is or to wit farming and be it needlessly added my Uncle Sol's farm failed because the chickens ate the vegetables so my Uncle Sol had a chicken farm till the skunks ate the chickens when my Uncle Sol had a skunk farm but the skunks caught cold and died so my Uncle Sol imitated the skunks in a subtle manner or by drowning himself in the watertank but somebody who'd given my Unde Sol a Victor Victrola and records while he lived presented to him upon the auspicious occasion of his decease a scrumptious not to mention splendiferous funeral with tall boys in black gloves and flowers and everything and i remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my Uncle Sol and started a worm farm) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
redrobbo Posted January 10, 2010 Share Posted January 10, 2010 If you can remember a day at the seaside, either as a child yourself or in the company of children, then you'll probably delight in this poem by e e cummings.... maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pattricia Posted January 10, 2010 Share Posted January 10, 2010 I love this poetry. I wonder if I can get his books at the library ? ee cummings? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alcoblog Posted January 11, 2010 Share Posted January 11, 2010 The f cops are f keen they keep it f clean the f chief's a f swine who draws a f line at f fun and f games the f kids he f blames and nowhere to be f found anywhere in Chicken town the f scene is F sad the f news is f bad the f weed is f turf the f speed is f surf the f folks are f daft don't make me f laugh it f hurts to look around everywhere in Chicken town The f train is f late you f wait you f wait your're f lost and f found stuck in f Chicken town the f view is f vile for f miles and f miles the f babies f cry the f flowers f cry the f food is f muck the f drains are f f the colour scheme is f brown everywhere in Chicken town The f pubs are f full the f clubs are f full of f girls and f guys with f murder in their eyes a f bloke is f stabbed waiting for a f cab you stay at f home the neighbours f moan keep the f racket down this is f Chicken town The f train is f late you f wait you f wait you're f lost and f found stuck in f Chicken town the f pies are f old the f chips are f cold the f beer is f flat the f flats have f rats the f flats are f wrong the f days are f long it f gets you f down evidently Chicken town Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
redrobbo Posted January 11, 2010 Share Posted January 11, 2010 I love this poetry. I wonder if I can get his books at the library ? ee cummings? Glad you like the poems of e e cumings pattricia. I've got both his selected verse and collected verse (mind you that cost me £40 in a Birmingham bookshop - and that was some years ago now). The library seems a much cheaper option. Here's another of the love poems by e e cummings .... i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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