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E. E. Cummings

From 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"

From The Norton Anthology of American Literature:

"Beginning in the 1920s and 1930s, Edward Estlin Cummings built a reputation as author of a particularly agreeable kind of modernist poetry, distinguished by clever formal innovation, a tender lyricism, and the thematic celebration of individuals against mass society....His poetry continued the attack on the depersonalized, commercial, exploitative mass culture and celebrated loners, lovers, and nonconformists."

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E.E. Cummings : Complete Poems 1904-1962
100 Selected Poems by E. E. Cummings
Etcetera : The Unpublished Poems of E.E. Cummings
Another E. E. Cummings
Selected Poems
E. E. Cummings Revisited
A Concordance to the Complete Poems of E.E. Cummings (Cornell Concordances)
is 5
no thanks
may I feel said he : poem
22 and 50 Poems
Tulips & Chimneys
i six nonlectures
The Enormous Room
Fairy Tales

Poems (full-text) by E. E. Cummings at The Academy of American Poets

In Just-
Buffalo Bill's
the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
anyone lived in a pretty how town
why must itself up every of a park
my father moved through dooms of love
maggie and milly and molly and may
Spring is like a perhaps hand
i sing of Olaf glad and big

The nicely put-together E. E. Cummings Page at the Academy of American Poets. Includes a short biography, the poems listed above, and various links.



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