The poem
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my father moved through dooms of love through sames of am through haves of give, singing each morning out of each night my father moved through depths of height
this motionless forgetful where turned at his glance to shining here; that if(so timid air is firm) under his eyes would stir and squirm
newly as from unburied which floats the first who,his april touch drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates woke dreamers to their ghostly roots
and should some why completely weep my father's fingers brought her sleep: vainly no smallest voice might cry for he could feel the mountains grow.
Lifting the valleys of the sea my father moved through griefs of joy; praising a forehead called the moon singing desire into begin
joy was his song and joy so pure a heart of star by him could steer and pure so now and now so yes the wrists of twilight would rejoice
keen as midsummer's keen beyond conceiving mind of sun will stand, so strictly(over utmost him so hugely) stood my father's dream
his flesh was flesh his blood was blood: no hungry man but wished him food; no cripple wouldn't creep one mile uphill to only see him smile.
Scorning the Pomp of must and shall my father moved through dooms of feel; his anger was as right as rain his pity was as green as grain
septembering arms of year extend yes humbly wealth to foe and friend than he to foolish and to wise offered immeasurable is
proudly and(by octobering flame beckoned)as earth will downward climb, so naked for immortal work his shoulders marched against the dark
his sorrow was as true as bread: no liar looked him in the head; if every friend became his foe he'd laugh and build a world with snow.
My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree (and every child was sure that spring danced when she heard my father sing)
then let men kill which cannot share, let blood and flesh be mud and mire, scheming imagine,passion willed, freedom a drug that's bought and sold
giving to steal and cruel kind, a heart to fear,to doubt a mind, to differ a disease of same, conform the pinnacle of am
though dull were all we taste as bright, bitter all utterly things sweet, maggoty minus and dumb death all we inherit,all bequeath
and nothing quite so least as truth --i say though hate were why men breathe-- because my Father lived his soul love is the whole and more than all
If my children were to write anything as wonderful in my regard,I would have lived a worthy life.
The poem develops a tension through the use of contrasts. Doom (judgement) and love which is nonjudgmental are set over agains one another to suggest a reality that is between the two. "A heart to fear, to doubt a mind" suggests a dichotomy on which either side is unpleasant. But having used a dynamic tension throughout the poem, cummings resolves the matter with the final line "love is the whole and more than all."
i have just finished reading 'tuesdays with morrie'written by Mitch Albom. This poem was quoted in the book, so I looked it up to read the whole thing.I feel it is my father too, who is no longer with me. I loved it.
While it is wonderful for people to associate their own fathers with the imagery in this poem, it seems to me that cummings likely intended a more deistic interpretation. Many elements (including the multiple creation metaphors and the capitalization in the final stanza of the word "Father") suggest that, more than an ode to a mortal father, this is a hymn about an eternally existent universal Father breathing redemption and reconciliation into the world.
I have read a book by my favorite author Mary Downing Hahn and she used this poem...she uesd it in a very good way to discribe what had happend to a charcter.
this poem was acctually written for cummings' father after he passed away in a car accident, so if you didnt know that, it helps to truly understand the poem.
>While it is wonderful for people to associate their own fathers with the
imagery in this poem, it seems to me that cummings likely intended a more
deistic interpretation.
Rather than underscoring the distinction, I think it's more useful to interpretation to note the connection -- people think of their own fathers, that's just true, and they do so because of the "fatherly" way cummings presents the subject, whether the poet was thinking of his own father or God the Father (of both, which I think is a more interesting thing to consider!)
LOVE IS THE WHOLE...
This poem lives in my subconscious, rising to the surface every now and then so that I must seek it and re-read it for its pure beauty. My two favorite stanzas of the poem are: 'And should some why completely weep / my father's fingers brought her sleep./Vainly no smallest voice might cry / for he could fee the mountains grow." And "Then let men kill which cannot share...though dull were all we taste as bright…
Read the whole commentThis poem lives in my subconscious, rising to the surface every now and then so that I must seek it and re-read it for its pure beauty. My two favorite stanzas of the poem are: 'And should some why completely weep / my father's fingers brought her sleep./Vainly no smallest voice might cry / for he could fee the mountains grow." And "Then let men kill which cannot share...though dull were all we taste as bright /bitter all utterly things sweet, maggoty minus and dumb death all we inhereit, all bequesth, and nothing quite so least as truth - i say though hate were why men breathe, because my Father lived his soul, love is the whole and more than all." I think the capitalization of "Father" at the end is merely intended to honor his earthly father, as a final tribute. I feel such deep love for my own father, whenever I think of this poem. Cummings does "feeling" better than any other poet I know. I am so thankful that he lived and wrote as he did. - Maureen McGowan
asking for a favour
My father moved through theys of we,
singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)
can someone explaine this stanza for me cause I have to translate it to my language but first I have to understand each word such as "theys"?I look for this word but unfortunatly I could not find any thing. please can someone do this for me as soon as possible.I realy appreciate that:)
Personal analysis
cummings deifies his father thru this poetic vision of
our Father. It is a masterpiece of language and imagery. The dichotomies of doom and love, depths and
heights speak to us of the omniscience of God the father, and the godliness (to children) of all fathers.
You have to approach cummings first with yourself, and his words answer you out of that experience. Reading him is trial and error for me, but the continuity is always there waiting. This one: "a heart of star by him could steer and pure so now and now so yes the wrists of twilight would rejoice." (wrists of twilight!). Then he speaks about his father's mortality……"proudly and(by octobering flame beckoned) as earth…
Read the whole commentYou have to approach cummings first with yourself, and his words answer you out of that experience. Reading him is trial and error for me, but the continuity is always there waiting. This one: "a heart of star by him could steer
and pure so now and now so yes
the wrists of twilight would rejoice." (wrists of twilight!). Then he speaks about his father's mortality……"proudly and(by octobering flame
beckoned) as earth will downward climb,
so naked for immortal work
his shoulders marched against the dark
.....then let men kill which cannot share,
let blood and flesh be mud and mire.....
and dumb death
all we inherit, all bequeath....and nothing quite so least as truth (even truth is subject to his father's existence.) i say though hate were why men breathe–
because my Father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all. (He capitalized Father; it doesn’t matter if this poem is to an archetype or to his actual father. He” exists somewhere as a primary mover. The two are indistinguishable here.