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Comment 18 of 108, added on August 27th, 2008 at 5:24 PM.
What a beautiful poem. Only those who have experienced this kind of love
will understand that it is possible to let go, because you love someone so
much you just want him to be happy, with or without you.
Maria from Germany
Comment 17 of 108, added on May 13th, 2008 at 6:21 PM.
this is such a beutiful poem. my english teacher gave it to the class. i
will from United States
Comment 16 of 108, added on April 6th, 2008 at 5:50 AM.
This is one of the all-time greats in love poetry. We all have an
experience like this; a time when a loved one leaves us for another- or
perhaps even the sense of slowly losing them from your life. As they drain
away inevitably like sand in your fists; the tighter you clutch at the last
few vestiges of how it used to be, how it could be- but how many of us can
truly say that like Cummings, we have been willing to give up the love of
our life, 'all happiness', for the sake of another's, without any
resentment? Perhaps this is what love ought to be like, and may yet prove
to be, for us all. We can only hope.
Sly from Australia
Comment 15 of 108, added on April 14th, 2007 at 8:06 PM.
i had once touched your lips...and i had wished u ll be happy forever...do
u remember how i broke then everything in pieces and watched u go...did u
see me turning my face and hearing that bird sing terribly afar in the lost
All my love my friend wherever u r...
Comment 14 of 108, added on April 15th, 2006 at 10:15 AM.
it's like watching the rain through the window, an old song playing on the
back, and feeling sad without knowing why...
Comment 13 of 108, added on February 22nd, 2006 at 12:01 AM.
this poem is so hot.
shanaynay that cali beez from United States
Comment 12 of 108, added on December 23rd, 2005 at 11:37 PM.
a couple months ago i was introduced to this wonderfully expressive poem.
i was 17. i hate the fact that bjork had turned it into sound (hence the
word sound and not music or an expressive form of art). of course this
poem is my all time favorite and never has a poem ever sruck a chord in me
Punguss from United States
Comment 11 of 108, added on August 19th, 2005 at 6:28 AM.
Such an increadibly beautiful poem. No other way to describe it really. I
love how he is able to express his feeling with such a perfect choice of
words. Especially in this poem. But i love this one the most. The fact that
he can still give his blessing to something that in turn is hurting him,
but not forgetting the sourness of the situation right at the end when he
hears a "bird sing terribly" to sum up his thoughts. Bjork has also done a
wonderful job of turning this into sound. I absolutely love it!
tamara zerafa from Australia
Comment 10 of 108, added on August 3rd, 2005 at 5:30 AM.
I fell in love with this poem, not 40 years ago, but I was about 17 as
well. I was in a bookshop in Lisbon with someone I loved at the time and I
opened casually a fine bilingual edition of english and american poetry
exactly in the page where this poem was. I read it in english and I cried.
My boyfriend offered me the book and itís still the only book with poetry
in english I have. I donít read or write in english apart from scientific
works, Iím not a great reader of anglo-saxon literature even in portuguese
translations. But e.e. cummings will always be in my heart because of this
Like Chris Heinitz says, this is not a sad poem; itís one of the greatest
celebrations of real love you can have: the kind of real love that makes
you protect the happiness of the one you love above your one.
Comment 9 of 108, added on July 1st, 2005 at 11:45 AM.
I fell in love with this poem over 40 years ago when I was 17. Many things
that I loved then I smile at now but I still rate this as being truly
wonderful. It isn't a SAD poem (see other comments). It is about an
on-going relationship that is so imbued with the real depths of love that
cummings is saying that IF it should end his love means that he wants the
other person to be happy so he would want to pass on his own happiness
before he crawls away and cries his eyes out. It is one of the greatest
celebrations of real love.
from United Kingdom
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