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Lyric poems written in the English language and on the other as one of the most inventive American poets of his time in the worlds of Richard Kostelanetz the major American poet of the middle twentieth centu. of all the collections of e e's worksthis is the finestcomplete of course why wouldn't it beas is the sea marvelousfrom god’shands which sent her forthto sleep upon the worldand the earth withersthe moon crumblesone by onestars flutter into dustbut the seadoes not changeand she goes forth out of hands andshe returns into handsand is with sleeplove the breakingof your soul uponmy lips Let God Guide You Daily returns into handsand is with sleeplove the breakingof your soul uponmy lips

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At the time of his death in 1962 E E Cummings was next to Robert Frost the most widely read poet in America Combining Thoreau's controlled belligerence with the brash abandon of an uninhibited bohemian Cummin. anyone lived in a pretty how townwith up so floating many bells downspring summer autumn winterhe sang his didn’t he danced his didWomen and menboth little and smallcared for anyone not at allthey sowed their isn’t they reaped their samesun moon stars rainchildren guessedbut only a fewand down they forgot as up they grewautumn winter spring summerthat noone loved him by when by now and tree by leafshe laughed his joy she cried his griefbird by snow and stir by stillanyone’s any was all to hersomeones married their everyoneslaughed their cryings and did their dancesleep wake up and thentheysaid their nevers they slept their dreamstars rain sun moon and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to rememberwith up so floating many bells downone day anyone died i guessand noone stooped to kiss his facebusy folk buried them side by sidelittle by little and was by wasall by all and deep by deepand by they dream their sleepnoone and anyone earth by aprilwish by spirit and if by yesWomen and menboth dong and dingsummer autumn winter springreaped their sowing and went their camesun moon stars rain

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Gs together with Pound Eliot and William Carlos Williams helped bring about the twentieth century revolution in literary expression He is recognized on the one hand as the author of some of the most beautiful. somewhere i have never travelledgladly beyond by E E Cummings somewhere i have never travelledgladly beyondany experienceyour eyes have their silencein your most frail gesture are things which enclose meor which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look easily will unclose methough i have closed myself as fingersyou open always petal by petal myself as Spring openstouching skilfullymysteriouslyher first roseor if your wish be to close me i andmy life will shut very beautifully suddenlyas when the heart of this flower imaginesthe snow carefully everywhere descending;nothing which we are to perceive in this world eualsthe power of your intense fragilitywhose texturecompels me with the color of its countriesrendering death and forever with each breathingi do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all rosesnobodynot even the rainhas such small handsI was so ravished by this poem when i first came across it sometime in highschool i think that i kept a copy of it tacked to my bedroom wall for a good 10 years thereafter Then some years went by the poem from my wall now tucked away at the bottom of a hope chest buried with all my other dreams and romances until one day one lucky day i happened across a snippet of an ee cummings poem in an introduction to a book i was reading this may or may not have been a novel by the great Tad Williams i will have to get back to you on that one though because i could be wrong anyway the uote was listen there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's goso i ran to the bookstore found this book leafed through it and went home to contemplate why spending this amount of money for a book was ridiculous it didn't take long for me to change my mind i like to splurge and i like to be ravishedthe end


10 thoughts on “Complete Poems 1904 1962 Revised Corrected And Expanded Edition

  1. says:

    A friend of mine called me today to ask me to send him an e e cummings poem I used to have on my wall at work when I worked with him – oh a decade ago Neither of us thought it would be necessary for him to tell me which one and so I sent him this onesomewhere i have never travelled gladly beyondany experience your eyes have their silencein your most frail gesture are things which enclose meor which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look will easily unclose methough i have closed myself as fingersyou open always petal by petal myself as Spring openstouching skillfully mysteriously her first roseor if your wish be to close me i andmy life will shut very beautifully suddenlyas when the heart of this flower imaginesthe snow carefully everywhere descending;nothing which we are to perceive in this world eualsthe power of your intense fragility whose texturecompels me with the color of its countriesrendering death and forever with each breathingi do not know what it is about you that closesand opens; only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all rosesnobody not even the rain has such small handsIt seemed the only reasonable assumption to make But he told me that wasn’t the right one so I sent him this onenext to of course god america ilove you land of the pilgrims' and so forth ohsay can you see by the dawn's early mycountry 'tis of centuries come and goand are no what of it we should worryin every language even deafanddumbthy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorryby jingo by gee by gosh by gumwhy talk of beauty what could be beaut iful than these heroic happy deadwho rushed like lions to the roaring slaughterthey did not stop to think they died insteadthen shall the voice of liberty be mute?He spoke And drank rapidly a glass of waterGod I love that poemI knew this wasn’t it either as he had already told me the poem he was after compared how easy it is to plant a bomb to how hard it is to write a poem I can’t for the life of me remember the poem – not even assuming he got the poet wrong Anyway – all this has meant that the first of these two poems has been bouncing around in my head all day So there is only one thing for it I guessThere is a scene in Woody Allen Hannah and Her Sisters where Michael Caine gets an American actress to read this poem and there after has sex with her In my fictional world the necessary conseuence of giving a women a beautiful poem is that she has to have sex with you virtually immediately afterwards In much the same way that killing a dragon in a fairy tale leads in the same direction– the difference being only that sex is merely assumed in fairy tales In fact the giving of poetry to women and its relation to sex is perhaps as good a definition of the difference between life and fiction as I can think ofI’ve always loved the small hands and their opening and closing – but I don’t think I’ve ever really thought about this poem as one ought to think about poems about what this poem might mean And I’ve read it many many times before But then it got Michael Caine into your woman’s knickers so it must be about love right?It was only today when I was trying to remember what the poem was called that I really started to think about the meaning of the poem I googled “noboby not even the rain has such small hands” and that did the trick – but when the first line came up I was taken aback‘somewhere i have never travelled gladly beyondany experience’You know we’re talking death here That is the only place that is gladly beyond any experience And what are the things you ‘cannot touch because they are too near’? Yeah things so deep inside your self they are beyond close This is a strikingly interesting poem much interesting than I’ve ever really thought before It reminds me of that essay by Montaigne that says that to truly live we must face down death every day Otherwise we spend our lives running in fear of something so big it exhausts us Otherwise we can’t really understand lifeLike the Persephone myth – in life there is death and in our life we need to return to the underworld for there to be any hope of another SpringIs it any wonder that ‘Spring’ is the only word in the poem with a capital letter not even ‘I’ gets that honourIt is this ‘death in life’ hybrid that is being spoken of I think where cummings refers to you in the poem And it is this hybrid which has such an awe inspiring power over us In fact it is a knowledge of the fragility of life – the tenuous balance of every breath in us that places us between being alive and dead – that gives life its power A power as great as that of countries and worlds and all other great and temporary things that gain their beauty and their vivacity from the fact of their likewise momentary existence from the fact that their being is illuminated by the eual certainty of their one day not beingPerhaps Allen is right to have your woman drop her knickers even if I suspect she does this from thinking the ‘you’ in the poem is supposed to refer to her Even if she had realised the ‘you’ wasn’t a person but rather a personification of life and death – sex still is probably as good a response as any otherPoetry too has small hands – you never can tell just when they are going to unclose themselves for you The gifts poems hold are as close to being beyond our experience as we are capable of I suspect


  2. says:

    Dear Edward In the rain darkness the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you You may find this peculiar that I think of you without knowing you but it's true And though i am a little church no great cathedral I'd have made my love known to you if ever we'd have had the serendipity of occupying the same space In fact my dear I'm uite certain I'd have stalked you I can not help myself you poser of clumsy You with your fancy words pressed into peasant's pants to disguise your genius I see you I have always seen your truthMy dear my love is building a building around you my love is building a magic a discrete tower of magic where I can still conjure your image bring you back after I have summoned your little voice with your own delicious words Sir I can not begin to count the poetry and prose your verse has provoked from me how much credit I lay humbly at your feet Thou shall not worship false idols or so they say but oh sweet Edward you do give me the shakes Over time and tide and death you have maintained my ardor Love i slowly gather of thy languorous mouth the thrilling flowerYours


  3. says:

    anyone lived in a pretty how townwith up so floating many bells downspring summer autumn winterhe sang his didn’t he danced his didWomen and menboth little and smallcared for anyone not at allthey sowed their isn’t they reaped their samesun moon stars rainchildren guessedbut only a fewand down they forgot as up they grewautumn winter spring summerthat noone loved him by when by now and tree by leafshe laughed his joy she cried his griefbird by snow and stir by stillanyone’s any was all to hersomeones married their everyoneslaughed their cryings and did their dancesleep wake up and thentheysaid their nevers they slept their dreamstars rain sun moon and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to rememberwith up so floating many bells downone day anyone died i guessand noone stooped to kiss his facebusy folk buried them side by sidelittle by little and was by wasall by all and deep by deepand by they dream their sleepnoone and anyone earth by aprilwish by spirit and if by yesWomen and menboth dong and dingsummer autumn winter springreaped their sowing and went their camesun moon stars rain


  4. says:

    I love eecummings' poetry There is nothing like it I can hardly review something so amazing to be honestthere's time for laughing and there's time for crying for hoping for despair for peace for longing a time for growing and a time for dyinga night for silence and a day for singingbut than allas your than eyestell me there is a time for timelessness eecAnd there's a time to shut up and just appreciate some amazing poetry


  5. says:

    oh that i could give this book every star star in the starry sky every gasp whisper and wonder every dream of a dream unheard of sentences the roar of my bleating beating heart every blinking winking of my parabolic eyelashes my moon wrists skyscraper calves bridged feet and the city of wonder that he has at one time never time discovered my little mouth in open joy knows not the path to the sly slippery of his genius He that uestions language knows its secrets


  6. says:

    somewhere i have never travelledgladly beyond by E E Cummings somewhere i have never travelledgladly beyondany experienceyour eyes have their silencein your most frail gesture are things which enclose meor which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look easily will unclose methough i have closed myself as fingersyou open always petal by petal myself as Spring openstouching skilfullymysteriouslyher first roseor if your wish be to close me i andmy life will shut very beautifully suddenlyas when the heart of this flower imaginesthe snow carefully everywhere descending;nothing which we are to perceive in this world eualsthe power of your intense fragilitywhose texturecompels me with the color of its countriesrendering death and forever with each breathingi do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all rosesnobodynot even the rainhas such small handsI was so ravished by this poem when i first came across it sometime in highschool i think that i kept a copy of it tacked to my bedroom wall for a good 10 years thereafter Then some years went by the poem from my wall now tucked away at the bottom of a hope chest buried with all my other dreams and romances until one day one lucky day i happened across a snippet of an ee cummings poem in an introduction to a book i was reading this may or may not have been a novel by the great Tad Williams i will have to get back to you on that one though because i could be wrong anyway the uote was listen there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's goso i ran to the bookstore found this book leafed through it and went home to contemplate why spending this amount of money for a book was ridiculous it didn't take long for me to change my mind i like to splurge and i like to be ravishedthe end


  7. says:

    This tome will be on my currently reading list for uite a while Yesterday my husband was watching an old James Caan movie The Gambler when he paused it and said Step away from the computer Now I'm going to give you three words from a poem which he'd heard recited in the movie and I want you to tell me the poet The words were Buffalo Bill's defunct I immediately spit out e e cummings Then I went and grabbed this book and read him this poem which I'd memorized in high school English He shook his head and said Is there a poet you don't know? LOL I own about 200 books of poetry and have read them allThis compilation is one of my favorites and I peruse it often It'll take me a lifetime to digest all of Mr Cummings' wonderful poetry


  8. says:

    of all the collections of e e's worksthis is the finestcomplete of course why wouldn't it be?as is the sea marvelousfrom god’shands which sent her forthto sleep upon the worldand the earth withersthe moon crumblesone by onestars flutter into dustbut the seadoes not changeand she goes forth out of hands andshe returns into handsand is with sleeplove the breakingof your soul uponmy lips


  9. says:

    i used to read this book on the floor of the bookstore in Singing River Mall in Gautier Mississippi cuz i had no money to buy it then one Christmas my friend Andreabought it for me i have not gotten tired of a single poem reading his poetry is like reading it for the first time every time fiercly original startlingly beautifuli cant say enough about this man and his talent


  10. says:

    Another monumental tome of poetry completedCummings is confirmed as one of my favourite lyric poets though given his mature style one can't really imagine singing a lot of them successfully Technical aspects of his work have been much discussed; typographical and punctuational elements became as important as the words Thematically love and sex nature and contemporary society all feature prominentlyI note down page references for particular favourites in poetry books as I read them The number of such I noted for this book was very large even when compared to books of similar size Cummings had immense expressive power and is not merely a showy poet reliant on superficial effects Strongly recommended


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