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Comment 11 of 11, added on April 27th, 2006 at 9:54 AM.
"the goal of living is to grow", when done living, when done growing- when
ready for Him and His coming
this poem reminds me of Isaiah 40:
6b All flesh is grass,
and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades
when the breath of the Lord blows on it;
surely the people are grass.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God will stand forever.
Ioanna from United States
Comment 10 of 11, added on April 22nd, 2006 at 6:03 PM.
to me, this poem is giving life lessons. the first one that the daffodil
gives is to grow. he doesn't mean grow up or grow taller, he means to grow
emotionally. To learn, to grow in who we are so we can become the best
person we can be. to be beautiful, like flowers! :]
shelley from United States
Comment 9 of 11, added on December 7th, 2005 at 10:00 PM.
This poem is put to song by Chantaclear and is an astounding piece of music
and performance. I think e.e. is telling us what is important to focus on
while we live, and that at time of death when time "from time will shall
set us free" we will face the mystery of beyond. We hope we will be
remembered, but think of it, most of us will be forgotten. Fans of e.e.
find the Chanteclear recording, you will not be disappointed.
Mary Weddig from United States
Comment 8 of 11, added on November 23rd, 2005 at 10:02 PM.
This poem is a reminder of the "simple things" in life- for finding
humbleness, regardless of your place or time in society. The daffodils,
while being simple, remember how to grow, as do the most valued flowers.
Riley from United States
Comment 7 of 11, added on August 19th, 2005 at 1:08 PM.
I read this in high school as required reading by my English teacher. I had
no idea what it meant. Now I choose to believe it refers to the ineffable
something I choose to call God. Finding a God is not as important as
seeking it, because it can never be found, much less understood. by a mere
human. But if we are looking for it, we can experience it in the beauty all
around us.
Lyman from United States
Comment 6 of 11, added on June 15th, 2005 at 3:19 PM.
this poem is amazing. it was so moving when it was read at a funeral i
went to.
Kristie from United States
Comment 5 of 11, added on May 15th, 2005 at 6:04 AM.
Again a strong affirmative statement on life.
It is the journey through life, the old romantic theme of the "quest", the
"seek" that is important.
The journey through life should make one grow, and even death can be
vanquished through remembrance.
It is e.e.cummings all time favorite theme "yes to life"
liana pehrsson-berindei from Denmark
Comment 4 of 11, added on May 12th, 2005 at 2:01 PM.
this poem is more than beauty. It represents how people sometimes forget
how to live life, but flowers don't. they are always beautiful. People
shouldn't always think of why to live but should just relize that they know
how and so should just do it. "in time of daffodils (who know the goal of
lining is to grow) forgetting why, remember how
Lorraina from United States
Comment 3 of 11, added on January 20th, 2005 at 1:20 AM.
This poem was the first that I ever read of E. E. Cummings. This poem is so
beautiful and gives hope comfort and reassurance that even when we force
ourselves to move on from the important parts of our lives, that we still
hold onto them in our memory. These moments and people we leave behind have
become a part of us, they have changed us and we forever be a part of our
lives, even though we forget or have to leave them behind. E. E. Cummings
is DA BOMB!
Kristina T. from United States
Comment 2 of 11, added on October 31st, 2004 at 9:33 AM.
Try also the Polish translation by Stanislaw Baranczak, put to music and
sung by Grzegorz Turnau (album: Pod Swiatlo). Beautiful, even when you
don't understand the language... just listen to the sounds...
Music & poetry is universal!
Natalia Rogalski from Netherlands
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"the goal of living is to grow", when done living, when done growing- when
ready for Him and His coming
this poem reminds me of Isaiah 40:
6b All flesh is grass,
and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades
when the breath of the Lord blows on it;
surely the people are grass.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God will stand forever.
Ioanna from United States