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Comment 109 of 449, added on February 20th, 2006 at 2:18 PM.

Who is the anyone? Also, why does EE use bells? Those are the two things
that I couldn't figure out.

bob from United States
Comment 108 of 449, added on February 20th, 2006 at 10:06 AM.

I think we have to look beyond the supposed aesthetic to the literal. The
poem is about life and death. The line "up so floating many bells down"
could simply refer to the soul floating up as the bells ring while the body
goes down into the grave. That's what's so great about the poem. It's open
to interpretation, and there are so many ways you can look at it. In fact,
that's what's so great about poetry. It becomes intensely and uniquely
personal to every one who reads it. So just read it and enjoy it. If you
don't like a poem, move on. There's one out there with your name on it. And
chances are it was written by e.e. cummings.

J.B.Lee from United States
Comment 107 of 449, added on February 19th, 2006 at 11:05 PM.

To Pan!k:

I agree that some authors who are "classic" are far overrated, and honestly
sometimes I have no idea how they came to be considered so. However, you
are contradicting yourself. E.E. Cummings IS writing how he feels, whether
romantically, politically, or what have you. But like a true artist, he is
putting it into different [if you will, his OWN] terms rather than
blatantly talking about it in bland and journalistic ways. He is being
creative, not devious and "encoding" his message like some spy, as
you accuse others of thinking.

And if, as you say, he's "just writing how he feels," then what would you
say he's feeling? Without analysis, how could anyone decifer what is going
on?

Try to think of it in terms of paintings or drawings, some other form of
artistic expression. If everyone simply painted exactly what they saw or
felt at face value, paintings would get boring very quickly. Picasso, for
example, was a beautiful artist who could paint photographic likenesses,
yet instead chose to paint very complex messages in a different way.

And if you disagree with that, I think you should research your opinion a
bit more before you post it in fairly ineloquent terms.

And indeed, if poetry has no visible fruits, then there is hardly reason to
keep art, theater, music, and other forms of self expression around as
well. I suppose that is why our country's school programs are cutting their
budgets exponentially on programs that support such things. It's a shame.

It would be appreciated, I think, if you would stop making face-values
assumptions about other people and poetry, not to mention asinine and
juvenile insults, and next time contribute a far better founded--and
worded--arguement.

Jesse from United States
Comment 106 of 449, added on February 10th, 2006 at 7:58 PM.

You all sit here pretending that EE had some great reason behind his
writings, as if he over analyzed his own work to convey a super secret
hidden message! Has the thouhgt ever crossed that he wrote what he felt at
the time, which is probably what none of you think it is about. I'm not
saying I know the answers, I'm just saying that analyzing poetry has no
fruits. It is also humorous to me that ya'll are saying that you completely
agree with the supposed anti-conformity message he is trying to convey, yet
you live your lives at work with your Starbucks... It's time to wake up...
if you aren't already in a coma

Pan!k from United States
Comment 105 of 449, added on January 25th, 2006 at 1:57 PM.

good poem its good bye bye

jennifer baena from United States
Comment 104 of 449, added on January 18th, 2006 at 12:19 PM.

I don't think of this as being about conformity so much as showing the
difference between aspirations and the reality.

We all want to be somebody special, a unique snowflake. And the mystery of
love is that to that one other person, we ARE that someone special, even
though to everyone else, we are nobody and everyone.

Most people in the world don't know me, and most of those who have met me
probably have forgotten me. And of those who haven't forgotten, a fair
portion probably think I'm a bit wierd, if they think of me at all. Is
that a reason for me to despair? I don't really think so. That's just how
people work.

And small towns are like this, full of people who think that their town is
the greatest, when really, it's quite ordinary. But that's really the same
relationship, isn't it. To them, it IS the greatest. These two thoughts to
me are behind "up so floating many bells down".

The poem just sounds really wonderful, by the way.

Doctor Jay
Comment 103 of 449, added on January 12th, 2006 at 11:03 PM.

All I can say is WOW! This poem is Awesome! Funny I see all of us somehow
or another living in this Pretty How Town.. It's called life. Thank You EE
for this great work.

Cathy from United States
Comment 102 of 449, added on January 10th, 2006 at 7:36 PM.

I believe that e.e. cummings is one of the most influential and
experimental poets of our time. n this poem, Cummings uses his words
beautifully to paint a picture of something so unlike the actual meaning,
yet it still makes sense in the end. His use of symbolism is amazing, as is
his metaphorical sense of society as a whole and how mechanical it is. This
poem to me shows that we are all noone, we have all been or will be the
forgetful children, and we are all or will be the women and men. We all
grow up, and “down we forget.” We live, we love and eventually, we die.

Kirsten from United States
Comment 101 of 449, added on January 5th, 2006 at 10:10 AM.

I first read e.e. cummings in second year University and was instantly
inthralled by his works. It was in a satire class and came to me at that
point in my life when I was just so ready to do everything differently than
everyone else, to rebell against the sadness that everyday life brought me
and find the happyness that exists for those who look. Naturally, this
poem stood out to me the most and is probably my favourite poem of all
time! I wish e.e. cummings was still alive so that I could personally
thank him for his beauty. Instead I'll have to spend the rest of my life
introducing his works to other people instead.

Doug from Canada
Comment 100 of 449, added on January 4th, 2006 at 4:15 PM.

I think this poem is about how these two people, anonymous to most, but
everything to each other, get by. Their every being revolves around the
other's existence. The seasons go on, but as long as they still have each
other, everything is alright. It seems that no one really understands the
two... yet they understand each other, which is why they lack specific
names in the poem, bc it doesn't matter, as long as they know who the other
is. "she laughed his joy, she cried his grief"- they were everything
together, they could take on each other's feelings. "Anyone's any was all
to her"- it seems as though no matter how miniscule the portion of his
life, weather it be what he drinks, or what sock he wears, "no one" cared,
because it was "anyone's" and that's all that mattered to her. At the end
how it says they "went their came", I interpret it to mean that they served
each other in life, and when the other was gone their purpose was as well.
And after they are buried by the aloof "busy people" it says "noone and
anyone earth by april"- so it's like they lived life as one and that's just
how they ended up. Two people- always one. No matter where they are.

One might ask, how can someone be someone's no one... if they are
everything to them. But that's the beauty of it, the person is no one to
so many, but to that one person in life, just "anyone" to everyone else, is
everything.

Feel free to e-mail and let me know what you think or your other
interpretations, I'm enthralled in this poem.

Michelle Poremski from United States

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