e.e. cummings


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Biography:

Edward Estlin Cummings was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts on October 14, 1894. His parents always encouraged him to develop his creative gifts. His first poems were published at Cambridge Latin high school in the Cambridge Review, the school newspaper. He used Latin and Greek in his poetry. Cummings studied in Harvard from 1911 to 1916, and he graduated with a master arts degree in English and classical studies in 1916. The 1920’s was perhaps Cummings’ most productive and unorthodox period. Cummings was greatly affected by the death of his father, after the tragic train accident his works show tragedy and sadness. He died in New Hampshire in 1962 at the age of 67, and just when America was ready to appreciate his work.


Poems:
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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 the 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




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maggie and milly and molly and may

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea



a pretty day
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a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)

o yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall

some jerry so very
(and nellie and fan)
some handsomest harry
(and sally and nan
they tremble and cower
so pale:pale)

for betty was born
to never say nay
but lucy could learn
and lily could pray
and fewer were shyer
than doll. doll




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