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sorry, i'm way into poetry these days...here's an e.e. cummings poem that's one of my favorites: l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness |
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ahh, i studied that poem last year in enriched lit but i can't really remember the various meanings and themes that he presents in it. |
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well i see the loneliness, and "a leaf falls" |
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yeah...there's tons of really cool stuff in it... |
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falling leaves do resembe autumn, and autumn is often a metaphor for aging, which leads to dying, just as spring is birth, and summer is the prime of ones life. this is cummings being lonely and fearing death. a brilliant idea, but by no means breakthrough, just cleverly arranged. |
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well...i think the way it is arranged is pretty breakthrough, and constitutes the meaning of the poem as well...the whole thing is shaped like a one...the word one is in it...the last line 'iness' is supposed to refer to the state of being in one's self i think |
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yea the word "one" really sticks out, its the only word that is written on one line too. |
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it does...i guess all the l's are supposed to represent 1's as well |
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life is so fucking depwessing |
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s(b lo w jo b) uc cu len t |
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ex (fo rehe d)plo sion |
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O(fewer returns per unit)ne line |
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that's pretty cool.. i love cummings poems. |
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he is my favorite poet i think. he submitted a one word poem to a contest once and won. It was... Blod |
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one of my favorite poems is by Gerard Manly Hopkins: Márgarét, áre you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves lÃke the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! ás the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you will weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sórrow's sprÃngs áre the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It is the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for. |
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that's a nice word...blod |
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"l(a" is one of my fav.'s too... cummings is freakin' hard shite though... I've never been able to interpret his poems on my own... has anyone read THE ENORMOUS ROOM... i got it for my friend's bday, but she hasn't read it yet |
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i adorre e. e. cummings. i rreally do. |
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Thats very similar to grasshopper...have you read that one ? No point posting it, as it needs to be laid out properly for you to be able to appreciate it properly... but if you do get a chance to read it... |
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Infact, goes. |
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they're all great.. |
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ah, cummings... now there's a wordsmith to be rekoned with. him, beckett, and poe. don't know HOW they do it, but they do. |
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"somewhere i have never traveled, 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 skillfully, 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." |
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another great poem by cummings |
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yes, excellante! |
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