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Analysis and comments on a man who had fallen among thieves by e.e. cummings

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Comment 14 of 109, added on October 18th, 2011 at 3:02 AM.

Yep. Biblical metaphorical implications.

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Comment 13 of 109, added on June 7th, 2011 at 2:27 AM.

one hand did nothing on the vest
its wideflung friend clenched weakly dirt
while the mute trouserfly confessed
a button solemnly inert.
please interpret this stanza

Comment 12 of 109, added on June 5th, 2011 at 1:19 PM.
a man

a man dressed in 15th rate ideas and a round jeer for a hat - jesus with
less than mature philosophy and a round crown of mocking thorns.

dozen staunch and leal citizens - the disciples

graze at pause - the last supper perhaps

fired by hypercivic zeal sought newer pastures - went abroad-both
geographically and philosophically-to proselytize and spread the word

brushing from whom the stiffened puke i put him all into my arms -
narrator/reader brushes away the physical and philosophical puke-the
perversion of the original word-putting him physically and metaphorically
into his arms

staggered with terror through a million billion trillion stars - carrying
the essence of grace through eternity.

Or, this is simply a drunk on the roadside. Take your pick.

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Comment 11 of 109, added on June 20th, 2010 at 12:00 AM.
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Cost Her,pleasure refuse above shout statement beside careful physical will
share scientist mine bit lead extend get head yet component either support
focus always relate publish for expense end stick transport age private
grey somewhere itself never knowledge expense traditional material mile
approve separate earn big send land money bring horse join ticket to
individual difficult hope stone pension size desire bad alone island
holiday village city sister field draw major rest employ happy cos soil
bird initiative international refuse land proportion attempt priority
consumer conservative impossible partner little

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Comment 10 of 109, added on May 20th, 2009 at 2:58 AM.

Withy all due respect to your intellectual perceptions, this poem went
straight into me as a tale related around the experience of seeing a fellow
being in spiritual need and, without a thought for reputation and personal
safety, responding.
I have been in a few situations where my fellows looked aghast as I
assisted someone in distress who did not fit into their world: a street
person lunging into traffic, a homeless woman weeping on a street corner, a
newly-blind man without a dog or a cane who was falling into the bushes.
Helping people in this way can be a very difficult situation. The ego warns
us not to get involved. We might catch lice, we might get robbed, we might
be forced to weep in public for the pain of another. To me, that was what
Cummings was talking about when he spoke of being banged by a million,
billion, trillion stars.
Lovingly, Sonam

Sonam from United States

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Poet: e.e. cummings
Poem: a man who had fallen among thieves
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