Recently picked up Cumming's collection, some of his poems are very understandable and quite beautiful, but sometimes I'm left scratching my head. Thoughts? And if any, favorite poem by him?
a lot of his stuff was hit or miss for me, but overall I like him. this is one of my all time favorite poems:
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 colour 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
>>8194753
Good for what he did, bad for those who did what he did after he did it. His early poetry, the stuff he wrote while still at Harvard, is interesting. That's cummings: "interesting". Maybe not great, sometimes good. Interesting nonetheless
Buffalo Bill ’s
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Mister Death
