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Comment 53 of 953, added on August 21st, 2005 at 7:54 PM.

It is amazing to me to read the comments of what appear to be "young"
people commenting on and reading and enjoying a poem that was written
almost 100 years ago! We read this in our lit class in the early '60's! It
was a puzzle then and it still is, it appears. Maybe to have more insight
or depth of perception into the poem, one could study ee cummings and his
life. But maybe that would contribute more to the puzzle.:-)

M.Snow from United States
Comment 52 of 953, added on August 13th, 2005 at 4:16 AM.

Cummings saw the atrocities of human nature and how men and women relate to
each other in true love. With a conflict go on today 08.13.2005, it's hard
not to see that many of our men and women are giving there final kisses.
Floating Bells down is the crowds that cheer for our fallen warriors and
warrioresses, life is never fair. Only a few, normally not at the top of
the ladder, know what isnít like to lose a loved one, and the cost is very
high. They can give lip service all they want, but innocent men and women
are dying at this very moment and will be written on another wall in
Washington D.C. only this time it won't be the Asian war. We can learn
allot from this poem, But only a few will know of the heartbreak of
orphans, dead spouses and son's and daughter's lost over a belief.
Believing in our country is first, believing in a lie is despicable.

Steve Finley from United States
Comment 51 of 953, added on August 11th, 2005 at 6:54 AM.

I loved this poem from the first time that I ever read it. It shows that if
teo people are really in love, then nothing else in the whole world
matters. However we all to soon forget this feeling of innocence.

Lara from United Kingdom
Comment 50 of 953, added on July 11th, 2005 at 6:38 PM.

I think the line, "(with up so floating many bells down)" has to do with
the fact that the men and women are oblivious "Ding-Dongs". anyone and
noone are in love and it is literary tradition to put lovers up (be it in
the clouds, on the moon, etc.) however, it is the bells (that go "ding
dong") that bring them down.

Georgia from United States
Comment 49 of 953, added on June 14th, 2005 at 11:05 PM.

I was thinking that the "(and only the snow can begin to explain how
children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells
down)" line menat something about only time can tell (the whole seasonal
references made multiple time w/ each of the seasons beign stages of
life)...anyway only time can tell why children grow up to be these
conformists as well and why they don't consider the possibility of change
in the monotony.
...and maybe: I see motion in the bells line and I think it refers to the
redundancy of the twon and how it goes back and forth like a bell over and
over and over...

Tee Bee
Comment 48 of 953, added on June 8th, 2005 at 4:55 PM.

WOW! This poem is freakin' awesome. It shows a very important thing that
is going wrong in societies today: people aren't being genuine and don't
appreciate the few who do. anyone and noone are the couple that is truly
in love, and
"they" are the followers or conformatists: they "went their came," but
that's all they did. This is really a great poem. Maybe it's hard to see
at first, but you'll see my point if you just know who anyone and noone

Alex Rentz from United States
Comment 47 of 953, added on June 7th, 2005 at 6:44 PM.

This poem was weird. I did not get any part of this. Did you know that dong
means your dick. Anyway, It might be a good poem and I am sure he does not
mean that.

Comment 46 of 953, added on June 7th, 2005 at 1:07 PM.

Jill, your comments were great. I think the most interesting and
difficult line is "with up so floating many bells down". My thoughts on
this line: (1) it suggests the passage of time in 2 ways - the ups and
downs, suggests a wave-like rhythm of time passing. Plus, more obviously,
its a reference to the use of church bells to signal the hourly passage of
time. (2) I think its also the process of conformity. Its originally
introduced as a specific feature of this town, and, later, as a feature of
what happens when time passes. Some children start out having no fear of
expressing their individuality, "floating" "up" above the mundane world,
but as time passes they are brought "down" to same conformist level as
everyone else and "forget" their original individuality. The only
optimistic note is that "many" of the children experience this process, but
apparently not all.

Paul from United States
Comment 45 of 953, added on June 3rd, 2005 at 1:23 AM.

Okay, anyone is a man, and noone is a woman--his one true love. Their
neighbors ("both dong and ding") are ding-dongs or idiots concerned with
the artificial and mundane. They, the townspeople, are unconcerned with
this couple who experiences things genuinely and happily ("he sang his
didn't he danced his did", "she laughed his joy she cried his grief").
They are blind to love and live unhappily by being fake ("laughed their
cryings and did their dance", "said their nevers they slept their dream").
They aren't genuine--they're more concerned with what they "should" be
doing and feeling. They never truly live and don't take any risks. A
little credit is given to clear-eyed children, who "guessed but only a few"
about the genuine love between anyone and noone. But, as they got older,
"down they forgot" how to see true love. (Breakfast Club quote: "when you
grow up, your heart dies.") But, even after death, this couples' souls are
intertwined--more than ever ("all by all and deep by deep and more by more
they dream their sleep") while the townsfolk continue being shallow,
backwards, and insincere ("reaped their sowing and went their came"). The
poem is a story about two people who demonstrate the individuality and
rareness of true, undying love. Not unlike in the story "The Gift of the
Magi", their love is unspoiled, untarnished, and true. They celebrate each
other's accomplishments as their own and support each other in hard times.
It's hard to see at first, but each reading will continue to unravel the
knots in its meaning. It's the "Pretty Woman" of poetry.

Jill from United States
Comment 44 of 953, added on May 27th, 2005 at 10:24 AM.

hey me again, i read this poem and a part of me got it and im still trying
to convince the other side whats it about. anyways this was a great poem
makes me wanna be gay and suck someone off, :)


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