Love the dichotomies in this poem. E.E. Cummings was a brilliant poet and has been one of my favorites since Mrs. Cummin's (sp?) AP English class in 11th grade:
as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
--long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame
as hatracks into peachtrees grow
or hopes dance best on bald men's hair
and every finger is a toe
and any courage is a fear
--long enough and just so long
will the impure think all things pure
and hornets wail by children stung
or as the seeing are the blind
and robins never welcome spring
nor flatfolk prove their world is round
nor dingsters die at break of dong
and common's rare and millstones float
--long enough and just so long
tomorrow will not be too late
worms are the words but joy's the voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
--time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough
Beautiful, this poem.
Cummings was a quirky lad, to say the least. But, I still find him to be one of the better poets of the 20th century because he, like several other of my favorite poets of that era, didn't confine himself to the morals and ideals of his time. This poem doesn't necessarily reflect that as much as many of his other poems. Nevertheless, he was a bold man and a brilliant writer. And, I am fortunate to have studied his works.
xoxo
Anna
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