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

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Comment 106 of 946, 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 946, added on January 25th, 2006 at 1:57 PM.

good poem its good bye bye

jennifer baena from United States
Comment 104 of 946, 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 946, 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 946, 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 946, 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 946, 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
Comment 99 of 946, added on January 3rd, 2006 at 7:13 PM.

thank You, c.g.ray. (comment 1)

Jasmine from United States
Comment 98 of 946, added on December 4th, 2005 at 2:05 PM.

This Poem is unbeleivable. It is the greatest poem I have ever read. It
leaves you with so much to think about. It can be interperted in so many
ways. The first time I read the poem I didn't understand it but i liked it
so much that I read it again and again and finally I came up with my own
interpertation of the poem. To me it is tellng you to live your life as
happily as you can with as many friends and as you can or else you will end
up dieing unhappily.


MFEMF
Comment 97 of 946, added on December 3rd, 2005 at 5:55 PM.

When I visualize this poem, I always think of two fairies, anyone and
noone. I think it is because the two seem tiny and insignificant, but
intricate and fascinating at the same time. The choice of language leads me
to fell they are both closely tied to nature, with the seasons, weather,
stars and birds an active part of their life. Take it with a grain of salt,
of course, but that's how this piece speaks to me.

Jennifer from United States

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