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Analysis and comments on anyone lived in a pretty how town by e.e. cummings

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Comment 146 of 956, added on August 11th, 2007 at 10:49 AM.

One of my favorites by this master. The stark differences between the
lovers, equated with not just the natural rythms of the seasons and of
life, but kissed with the greatest of blessings, earth by april and if by
yes, and those poor, self-important someones, out of kilter with the earth
and with nature owing to their own self-inflated egos, living in a town
concerned with false appearances, is immense.

Which would you rather be? Which would you rather be loved by?

Joe Barr
Comment 145 of 956, added on June 14th, 2007 at 6:58 PM.

This poem is just how it sounds- nice and quaint and almost cute to read
first (thought maybe confusing), but then it is something else when you
read it. The city they live in seems nice, but evryone is concerned with
themselves, sowing seeds of negativity (which will of course reproduce and
multiply... perhaps law of attraction?) And because of this, the people
have become greedy bastards (sorry) and they ignore what has become of
anybody. The children recognise anyone and see what they are destined to
grow out of- they see love. Perhaps imagination. Above all, they see what
is happening. But they are consumed by the negativity and give in to it. I
think though it can be a negative poem, it is also uplifting if you shift
the light and maybe decide to learn from it.

Or, at least, that is my take on the poem.

Comment 144 of 956, added on June 14th, 2007 at 6:18 AM.

if you paraphrase the poem it says noone loves anyone. all the persons
appearing in this poem are substituted by pronouns -> everybody is
interchangeble; individualty doesn´t exist or at least doesn´t matter in
the world of the lyrical I.
also the words stars, rain, moon are constantly mentioned. they repeat in
the same manner the men and women repeat their actons. nothing changes
throungh noone´s or anyone´s death.

kathatrina blum from Germany
Comment 143 of 956, added on June 12th, 2007 at 3:27 PM.

Although I admit to having a hard time following the message throughout the
poem, i think it has something to do with people changing but the places
and the memories remain. An image comes to my mind of generations of
families living in a town and growing up and moving on, leaving behind that
same old town filled with memories and even their childhood innocence.

lara keyworth from United States
Comment 142 of 956, added on June 6th, 2007 at 6:07 PM.

anyone lived in a pretty how town is about nonconformity. anyone and noone
both live their lives the way they want to live and follow their passions,
the rest of the town (representing humanity in general) resents them for
being different. The line "they sowed their isn't they reaped their same"
basically illustrates this point, everyone does the same boring thing
except for anyone and noone and they don't believe in themselves. It also
says that the people "slept their dream" meaning that they didn't follow
through on their passions, they fell into an ordinary life without purpose.
Children lose their understanding of the importance of certain aspects of
life as they grow; life is no longer magical. - but it doesn't have to be
that way, anyone and noone are clear examples

Comment 141 of 956, added on June 5th, 2007 at 12:41 AM.

This poem makes absolutely no sense. It's a random jumble of words thrown
together. I could write a similar poem in ten minutes, in fact, I think I
will right now.

if by chance you may get how – alex pastel
if by chance you may get how
(and sleep by night if but you now)
one two three four
but down goes sand if by then

she kept his hand when he was shrill
(sing by plow and yes he will)
this but once she gave him pill
earth water wind fire

children pounced (sometimes now)
when moon doth change regular how
where by night she make things right
two three four one

where? and why? and how? and when?
and what? and who? and if? by then?
(give him this and face you must
for she I know) make wonders fuss

wind fire water earth
drink by day for might make girth
if by if and by if by
little by little and fly by night

(three’s a pair and so is you)
we bury our dead for reasons few
but try to bring when was behind
children forget where dreamers dine

time may pass when lift is when
with up comes down the bubbles ten
ten two one three
five nine twelve thirty-seven

chance by chance the walkers see
(why she once made spirits be)
april brings some glorious tree
wind water fire pee

and so ends the story of bird and she
think hard now for might makes me
rip the seam and plow the plow
if by chance you may get how

Comment 140 of 956, added on May 30th, 2007 at 9:04 PM.

this poem is about how love fits into life. its that simple.

Kelly from United States
Comment 139 of 956, added on May 29th, 2007 at 6:08 PM.

I believe that everyone is somewhat correct.
It's poetry, poetry has many interpretations.
I have read many interpretations and I have come up with one that somewhat
makes sense.
So they is a man named "anyone" and he is in love with a woman named
"noone." The rest of the town dislikes them both because of their
In the end "anyone" and "noone" both die and get buried next to each other.
That was the only clear thing that I saw. For everyone that's is saying
that it is difficult to understand it's e. e. cummings what did you expect.

Kevin Li from United States
Comment 138 of 956, added on May 25th, 2007 at 12:51 PM.

This poem was hard to understand because he jumps from spot to spot
randomly. I believe that he is talking about how every town is the same.
Even though big cities and small towns look different they both have people
that act in a similar way. It also says that people are all the same for
the most part so we should all treat eachother the same.

josh senger
Comment 137 of 956, added on May 25th, 2007 at 2:32 AM.

I believe that this poem is talking about life in general. Also growing up
in a small town is the same as living in the city. I think that what this
poem is also trying to say is that everybody goes through the same things
just at different times in there life.

alexandra corredor from United States

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