Topic: ee cummings
bastet126's photo
Tue 03/18/08 04:38 PM
so...who knows this haiku-like work and what are your thoughts on it's artistic meaning? anyone?

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MirrorMirror's photo
Tue 03/18/08 04:40 PM
drinker its cool drinker

MirrorMirror's photo
Tue 03/18/08 04:42 PM
Edited by MirrorMirror on Tue 03/18/08 04:54 PM
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ZPicante's photo
Tue 03/18/08 04:43 PM
Edited by ZPicante on Tue 03/18/08 04:44 PM
He's the best, E.E. Cummings. (My favorite poet, actually.)

A leaf falls *within* loneliness? If you were to take the arrangement of the words literally, perhaps. It's great how the shape of the poem emulates a falling leaf.

Such a simple image, a falling leaf, yet the perfect picture of loneliness--one single leaf breaks apart from the rest on the tree, falls helplessly and freely to the ground alone. Beautiful.

If I could travel back in time, I would marry E.E. Cummings, but he would probably be mildly disgusted by such a proposal. He's brilliant beyond brilliant. *Grins*

bastet126's photo
Tue 03/18/08 04:44 PM

drinker its cool drinker


agreed! for anyone not seeing it -- it is "a leaf falls loneliness" and one of the most obvious things about it is how, when you read it, it takes the journey of a falling leaf until it finally lands on the ground...it just struck me as way cool. ohwell

bastet126's photo
Tue 03/18/08 04:45 PM

love Im looking for an intimate encounter too Bastet :wink:


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MirrorMirror's photo
Tue 03/18/08 04:47 PM


love Im looking for an intimate encounter too Bastet :wink:


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ZPicante's photo
Tue 03/18/08 04:47 PM
Thank you for starting this topic. Good choice. *Grins*

Here's another by Cummings:

[somewhere i have never travelled]


somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

rarerose's photo
Tue 03/18/08 04:50 PM
(a leaf falls) is embedded in loneliness I think its an image of loneliness. Just as a person being lonely the words are written kind of confused like just as we may be if we were lonely they are dissociated from each other in a way were they dont quit make sense but with time it is seen and understood therefore they are at one or oneliness or one-ness


I LOVE ee cummings oh my god

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8Nxs0alNEI go here I made this

bastet126's photo
Tue 03/18/08 04:50 PM

Thank you for starting this topic. Good choice. *Grins*

Here's another by Cummings:

[somewhere i have never travelled]


somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands



bigsmile glad you're enjoying it! i've just been introduced to his work, i have no idea how it has taken this long!! must make up for lost time!

bastet126's photo
Tue 03/18/08 04:51 PM



love Im looking for an intimate encounter too Bastet :wink:


have i broken a rule being in this forum?? blushing
:heart: :heart: Your wonderful :heart: :heart:


:heart: i'm honored!!