SIX WORD SATURDAY

thank you very much, mr cummings

Art Credit: John Bedford

Yesterday was the great poet’s birthday. Edward Estlin Cummings was born in 1894. His impact on American poetry–and on this particular American poet–is inestimable. Although it’s almost impossible to choose, here’s one of my all-time favorites, by the great man himself::

Spring is like a perhaps hand

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

–e.e. cummings

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17 thoughts on “SIX WORD SATURDAY”

Excellent choice~!

Mother nature’s perhaps hand?
Thank you, Ron, for bringing him to our attention.
Happy 6WS! 🙂
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Millions of schoolchildren were made happy when they discovered that capitals and punctuation weren’t essential. Stream of consciousness rules. But what a stream!

I don’t know this one. Love it.

I didn’t know his name, either; I suppose I thought he was called ‘e.e.’ – thanks Ron 🙂

i love e.e. cummings!

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

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)

Thank you for sharing this piece.

(visiting from 6WS)

“a poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being”

Thanks Ron

i always think of him like this ……. e. e. cummings what an a great man!

Lovely! 🙂

Great poem! Wish it were spring! I am going to miss those day time thunderstorms. Which sometimes do, have loud thunder, btw. Thank for stopping by! : )