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March 27, 2006
E.E. Cummings Was a Painter

Did you know that E.E. Cummings was a painter? Me neither. I'm just glad I knew who E.E. Cummings was.

Of Nicolette
- found at http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=6588&poem=32416

dreaming in marble all the castle lay
like some gigantic ghost-flower born of night
blossoming in white towers to the moon,
soft sighed the passionate darkness to the tune
of tiny troubadours,and(phantom-white)
dumb-blooming boughs let fall their glorious snows
and the unearthly sweetness of a rose
swam upward from the troubled heart of May;

a Winged Passion woke and one by one
there fell upon the night,like angel's tears,
the syllables of that mysterious prayer,
and as an opening lily drowsy-fair
(when from her couch of poppy petals peers
the sleepy morning)gently draws apart
her curtains,and lays bare her trembling heart,
with beads of dew made jewels by the sun,

so one high shining tower(which as a glass
turned light to flame and blazed with snowy fire)
unfolding,gave the moon a nymphlike face,
a form whose snowy symmetry of grace
haunted the limbs as music haunts the lyre,
a creature of white hands,who letting fall
a thread of lustre from the castle wall
glided,a drop of radiance,to the grass-

shunning the sudden moonbeam's treacherous snare
she sought the harbouring dark,and(catching up
her delicate silk)all white,with shining feet,
went forth into the dew:right wildly beat
her heart at every kiss of daisy-cup,
and from her cheek the beauteous colour went
with every bough that reverently bent
to touch the yellow wonder of her hair.

ee cummings


Comments:
Just a note, e.e cummings always spell his entire his name in lowercase letters. (:
 
hmmm... that's interesting. That's also bad grammar. LOL. Thanks for the note.
 
...this is sort of a reply to Mandy, but you don't have to write his name in lowercase letters. People do just because that's how he signed off, but some of his earlier works are published with under E. E. Cummings.

Also, I had no idea he was a painter, but that's pretty neat. My favourite poem of his is... I don't even know what it's called, but it goes something like

1(a
leaf
falls)

oneliness)
 
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