The poem
if you like my poems let them walk in the evening,a little behind you
then people will say "Along this road i saw a princess pass on her way to meet her lover(it was toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants."

The poem
if you like my poems let them walk in the evening,a little behind you
then people will say "Along this road i saw a princess pass on her way to meet her lover(it was toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants."
"if you like my poems let them" is a six-line address from a poet to a reader. It asks a small favour: let the poems follow you in the evening, "a little behind you". If you do, people will take you for a princess on the way to her lover, attended by tall servants.
The poem is a compliment, a boast and a joke about what poems are for. The poems are cast as servants, and "ignorant" ones at that. They lend the reader grandeur, but they know nothing of where the reader is going.
The speaker addresses whoever is reading, and the opening is conditional: "if you like my poems". The request begins "let them", and the line break holds it back for a moment. The next line says what they should do. They should "walk in the evening", and walk "a little behind you". So the poems are pictured on foot, following the reader at a short distance as the day ends. All the reader has to do is like them and take them along.
The second stanza gives the result, beginning "then people will say". Their words follow inside quotation marks. They report "Along this road i saw a princess pass". She was "on her way to meet her lover". An aside in parentheses adds the time, "toward nightfall". The report ends by naming her company, "tall and ignorant servants". So the reader has become a princess in the eyes of strangers, and the poems have become her attendants.
Poems here change how a reader looks to others. They teach and explain nothing. They turn someone on an evening walk into "a princess", and the "you" of line 2 becomes the princess of line 4, whoever that reader is. The promise is generous.
The poem's modesty is double-edged. Calling the poems "tall and ignorant servants" sounds humble. But "tall" is a boast, and servants of any kind imply a household of rank. The condition "if you like my poems" also limits the compliment to readers with the right taste. The poem flatters its reader, and it flatters itself through that reader.
Love is the destination, and the poems stop short of it. The princess is going "to meet her lover", and the poems only go with her. They stay behind her and, being "ignorant", do not know where she is going. This can be read as saying that words attend love and cannot replace it.
The poem also turns on how things look from outside. Everything grand comes at second hand, in what "people will say". The witness's words form a small story, complete with road, time of day and attendants. The poet never calls the reader a princess directly. The glory depends on being seen, and on the poems keeping "a little behind".
The tone is light, courteous and slightly amused. The phrase "if you like my poems" makes no claim that you will. The request is modest, and the position "a little behind you" shows tact.
The second stanza lifts into a storybook manner, with a princess, a road and a lover. The aside "(it was / toward nightfall)" has the easy voice of a witness recalling details. The last phrase breaks the spell a little, because "ignorant" is funny in such a setting. Its humour is affectionate and not harsh. The speaker smiles at the poems without disowning them.
The poem has 6 lines in 2 stanzas, of 2 and 4 lines. It has no true rhyme, only the eye rhyme of "pass" and "was", and no fixed metre. Line lengths run from 5 to 12 syllables.
Line 4 has 10 syllables and falls into iambic pentameter: "Along this road i saw a princess pass". That regular beat gives the quoted speech an older, story-telling sound. The rest loosens, and line 6 stretches to 12 syllables, giving the servants room. The punctuation sits tight against the words, as in "evening,a" and "lover(it", with no space between. The poem is one long sentence, with its only full stop at the very end.
if you like my poemsThe poem speaks straight to its reader and starts with a condition. The word "if" gives the speaker a modest air and also selects the audience.
let themThe line ends before the reader knows what the poems are to be allowed to do. The pause makes the following image arrive as a small surprise.
walk in the eveningThe poems are given legs and can go out of doors. They leave the page and join the reader's ordinary life.
evening,a little behind youThe missing space after the comma keeps the phrase moving. The poems follow close, and the small joining of words enacts it.
then people will sayThis short line sets up a poem inside the poem. It moves the reader's grandeur out to imagined witnesses, which makes it seem more real.
princess passThe repeated p gives the phrase a stately, measured step. It also marks the most regular line in the poem.
lover(it wasAn aside begins directly after the word lover and runs over the line end. Its casual note stops the scene from growing too solemn.
toward nightfallThe time of day adds romance and a little mystery. Fading light also explains why onlookers could take a reader for a princess.
tall and ignorant servantsThe poems become attendants who look impressive and understand nothing. The pairing of adjectives holds both the boast and the joke.
It was Poem of the Day on February 22, 2007.
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This poem is wonderfully written. I absolutely love it!
This poem says alot about poets like e.e. cummings himself. It is a great little poem and may say alot.Its wonderful.
very well written i would say.
yea laugh a every minet
fabulous really shows these expressions
i love the way that these make so much sense, in the sense that they are nonsense.
Well cholaka i have to agree with you. I too have recently had the best sex I've ever had in my entire life. Possibily because it was with you. Oh my.. if my penis gave music to your vagina.. then oh baby baby.. The things your tounge gave to my.. bottom side. MMM MMM MMM...
--Bonjorno.
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One- why are all of you commenters saying such childish, ignorant things? I see no humor in them- they're a bit disturbing. Two- This poem *is* wonderful; because cummings, again, allows interpretation up to you. The main idea of the poem, that poems themselves can bring joy which can be seen by others.
So, horny young (not referring to just age, but maturity as well) people, go back to your homes and please, if you comment again, grow up first.
I though that this peom was interesting. When I read it, I thought of how his poems can be imaginative and that you can take them any place you want. Also, that people have different opinions about poems. That's just how it was to me...
Great! Great! It's the one.
I feel that the poem is really very meaningful in a way. It is as though, although this is someone else's poem, he wants you take it and let your imagination run wild with it, so that one is able to enjoy it even more than ever.
e e cummings is the mose genius of all poets
I have to keep posting.
This is such a
deep poem
I love it.
the perv
I agree Bonjourno.
I am such a perv.
I agree with bonjorno, the tongue gave the my bottom side such a wonderufl sensation, my penis touched the vagina and they had a wonderful duet of love and song, i will post the recording of the love on the top 40 hits tomorrow and play it on the radio
I think this poem is showing that, no matter how beautiful you think Cummings' poems are, he thinks you are much better, more graceful and stylish. You=princess, his poems= tall servants.
but that's just what i think.
While this poem does compliment the reader, I can't help but sense an underlying pride -- not in a negative sense, but nonetheless present. The first words are "if you like my poems", and then comparing those who like his poems to "princess[es]" -- meaning that if you have taste enough to like his poetry, you're high society. The reason for putting the reader before his poetry is perhaps to show his appeal to people who're above him.
heres one of mine, A special world for you and i
A special bond one cannot see
it wraps us in it cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its hold
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nesting us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last...
sweet love is weird.
but this poem is sexy!
i loved it...it's so good like i dont know what to say but when you read it you feel beautiful:)
this is great you really feel your inner poet
ee cummings is in a cute way, congratulating himself here as well as any reader who loves his work. he recognizes that a poem can make you, the reader, feel beautiful and even regal and you walk out with the words, who are (tall servants) but ignorant of your need of them. Nevertheless, they "attend" you.
I think this is one of his more hopeful poems - admitting that even his words are "tall, ignorant servants", just not enough as words can never be to truly explain love, the way of a man with a maid, but his HOPE is that they can enourage you to seek it - that one true love. Don't waste your time with just the words, get on your way to a real relationship. Open up and enter in- his words are ushering you on your way.
The poet is an admirer(the man)who has given me, the Princess, (the woman), a beautiful gift - not just the words, but the sensual feeling. With it and the beautiful words I go to meet my flesh-and-blood lover.
The poems are only dumb and ignorant servants - I have to seduce my lover all by myself (with a little back-up from the servants).
what is the meaning of this poem the tone of this poem the theme specific characteristics (i.e. rhyme, stanzas, lines, repeated words, ect.) two examples of figurative language and their meaning
please help me i dont get this(:
ok
the poems are ok yes just fine
I do not understand
I do not understand is why the asian Guyanese people who work at the Ministry of Housing do not black people from overseas e.Bhtgri(is., Europeans, Americans, Canadians) to buy land in Guyana. All they want to do is buy land and build their houses. What is wrong with that? What did the black people from overseas ever do to the Asian Guyanese people? Can any asian Guyanese who works for the Ministry of Housing (They know who they are!!!) please step forward and in their own words tell us all what this is all about? Why do they hate them so much?Â