The poet e e
cummings died on 3 September 1962 aged 67 – that is 56 years ago
today. He was an American. The e e stands for Edward Estlin…
He always wanted to write poetry and wrote a poem every
day from the age of 8 – that's pretty incredible.
He was an inventive poet – extremely modern for his time
– his verse didn't always rhyme and he didn't like capital letters.
Some of his work was controversial – he wasn't exactly
PC.
Here is a poem to remind us of him today:
Anyone
lived in a pretty how town
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
For another one you could hop over to this
post
He is good.
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