Buffalo Bill's

Buffalo Bill 's

defunct

                     who used to

                     ride a watersmooth-silver

                                                            stallion

and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat

                                                                                                                        Jesus

he was a handsome man

                                                            and what i want to know is

how do you like your blueeyed boy

Mister Death

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

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

in Just spring

in Just-

spring          when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame balloonman

whistles          far          and wee

and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it's

spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer

old balloonman whistles

far          and             wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's

spring

and

         the

                  goat-footed

balloonMan          whistles

far

and

wee

the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls

the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls

are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds

(also, with the church's protestant blessings

daughters,unscented shapeless spirited)

they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead,

are invariably interested in so many things—

at the present writing one still finds

delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles?

perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandy

scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D

.... the Cambridge ladies do not care, above

Cambridge if sometimes in its box of

sky lavender and cornerless, the

moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy

    What initially drew me to this poem was its familiar fourteen line format, although it began familiarly it quickly strayed from the familiar Shakespearean sonnet that I was most familiar with. The refreshing balance of a quick rush of words and the structured pattern

• Metaphor → “the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls / are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds” (1,2). Here the Cambridge ladies or more specifically their souls are compared to the decor of furnished rooms; their minds are filled with ideas that have been passed down for generations.
• Rhyme → If you look closely, the poem has a rhyme scheme of abcddcba efggfe. Although its nature is rigid and confining, Cummings seems to disregard conformity and take liberties with the traditional rhyme scheme.
• Oxymoron → “box of sky / lavender and cornerless” (12, 13). The oxymoronic image of the sky as a cornerless box gives the reader a feeling of the author’s liberation from the confining expectations of society. Broken up with page breaks, the sonnet borders between conformity and freedom unlike the Cambridge ladies.

e.e. cummings

BIOGRAPHY

Quick Facts
Full name: Edward Estlin Cummings
Birth Date: October 14, 1894
Death Date: September 3, 1962
Education: Harvard University
Birth Place: Cambridge, Massachusetts

• attended Harvard University before serving during World War I
• his experience deepened his distrust of officialdom and he became disillusioned by war
• began splitting his time between New York City and Paris (where he studied art)
• he symbolically recounted his experience at war in his first novel, the autobiographical The Enormous Room (1992)
• his first book of verse was Tulips and Chimneys (1993) in wrote a total of 12 works of verse listed below...
• Tulips and Chimneys (1923)
• & (1925)
• XLI Poems (1925)
• ViVa (1931)
• No Thanks (1935)
• Tom (1935)
• 1/20 (1936)
• Fifty Poems (1941)
• 1 x 1 (1944)
• Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems (1950)
• Ninety-five Poems (1958)
• 73 Poems (1962)
• Complete Poems (1991)
• He also recieved the numerous awards listed below...
• Dial Award (1925)
• Guggenheim Fellowship (1933)
• Shelley Memorial Award for Poetry (1944)
• Harriet Monroe Prize from Poetry magazine (1950)
• Fellowship of American Academy of Poets (1950)
• Guggenheim Fellowship (1951)
• Charles Eliot Norton Professorship at Harvard (1952–1953)
• Special citation from the National Book Award Committee for his Poems, 1923-1954 (1957)
• Bollingen Prize in Poetry (1958)
• Boston Arts Festival Award (1957)
• Two-year Ford Foundation grant of $15,000 (1959)

For further information refer to the links about e.e. cummings bio:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/e-e-cummings
http://www.harvardsquarelibrary.org/unitarians/cummings.html
http://www.biography.com/people/e-e-cummings-9263274
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/156