Friday, April 13, 2012

My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree

Today's poem (another from Cummings) is one of the most beautiful beautiful beautiful poems I've ever read. I know it's long, but it's completely worth it. Trust me. A reading note: someone once told me to think of the word "why" (when used as a noun) as a child. Also, I cry pretty much every time I read this.

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6 comments:

  1. E.E. Cummings has long been one of my favorite poets. I can't get enough of his work.

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    1. We seem to be kindred spirits--Cummings, Veronica Mars. :)

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  2. I love what he does with words. He uses them in completely unique ways. Very cool :D

    P.S. There's a shout-out to you on my blog today.

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    1. Me too. I think maybe Cummings and I were soul mates or something. You know, if someone from a totally different era can be your soul mate. Thanks for the shout out!

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  3. This is so beautiful! I've never heard the tip about reading the word WHY is if it's a child... That really upped the impact of the poem for me. Thanks so much for sharing, Liz!

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