Day 299: apt to forget to remember

One of my favorite poets as I was growing up was ee cummings. In my perfect little world, I loved that he didn’t follow convention, and his work always made me think. Sometimes it didn’t make sense, but I don’t think we were made to understand it all. He wanted us to think and figure out how the poem would fit us.

My favorite of his was one many school children studied in school. It’s one of those that can make you absolutely hate poetry for all its nonsense, or absolutely love it for all its wonder. I obviously loved the wonder.

To me, this poem is such a beautiful and sad love story, and it reminds us to make the most of time, because it simply keeps on marching. We will all eventually fall to the same fate as anyone and noone, so we need to be that kind of person who cares for others, and not just caught up in our busy-ness.

Here is his 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
DAY 299 HOMEWORK: If you never quite got this poem, start your contemplation by substituting names for anyone and noone. For the rest, think of time passing, and let your imagination wander on some of the nonsensical words. What could he have been envisioning? See if that gives you a bit of insight.
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s