now all the fingers of this tree (darling) have
hands,and all the hands have people;and
more each particular person is (my love)
alive than every world can understand
and now you are and i am now and we're
a mystery which will never happen again,
a miracle which has never happened before-
and shining this our now must come to then
our then shall be some darkness during which
fingers are without hands;and i have no
you:and all trees are (any more than each
leafless) its silent in forevering snow
-but never fear (my own,my beautiful
my blossoming) for also then's until
e.e cummings knows me better than i know myself...
my head hurts.
Just think how much better that poem would be with some punctuation...
ReplyDeleteyeah, but then the style wouldn't be as distinctive. i love cummings' poetry so much more for not sticking rigidly to the bounds of what is grammatically correct (thus making his poems less accessible).
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fathers should NOT be allowed to post on their daughters' blogs >_<
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