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Comment 102 of 292, added on April 16th, 2007 at 12:00 PM.


12345 from Taiwan
Comment 101 of 292, added on April 10th, 2007 at 7:50 PM.

I first read this poem my Freshmen year of high school, and my English
teacher had the last line tattooed on her lower back. I have loved the poem
ever since. It's just a beautiful poem. I think it's about that one person
you come across in your life who you trust enough to let them into your
life totally. It is, in my opinion, about love. The last line kind of sums
it up "nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands", meaning no one but
you can penetrate my soul to the softest parts, no one can know me like
you, and no one can enter my life and be as influential as you. It's
beautifully put.

Nikkole Rathkamp from United States
Comment 100 of 292, added on April 6th, 2007 at 1:27 AM.

Maybe I'm alone in this, but when I read this poem all I can see is a man
who thinks he's in love, but is actually in an abusive relationship. The
man cannot resist this woman--he submits to her because he is forced to.
Her eyes are silent--she doesn't show herself to him. Rather than being
windows to the soul, her eyes hide the truth of her personality. He is
taken in by her frailty, but it is "intense" and possesses "power,"
implying that she's isn't actually frail at all but instead very
controlling. She renders "death and forever" for him. And despite the
conventional four-line stanza set-up, the poem contains numerous
misspellings and mispunctuations. Though this is common for e.e. cummings,
I think coupling it with the conventional arrangement is suppose to convey
a feeling of unsmoothness, as though something is inherently wrong,
unrealized by the speaker. But that could be just me.

Comment 99 of 292, added on March 24th, 2007 at 3:36 AM.

I've had some people around me say that they thought this poem was about
love, babies, death. I seem to think, after looking into his life history
briefly, that the poem is likely about his last, common-law wife Marion
Morehouse. He had a few bad marriages to some seemingly rotten women who
kept divorcing him and one who denied him the right to see his baby. The
fact that his baby was born in 1919 and the poem was written in 1932 makes
me think it probably isn't about the baby. He met Marion in 1932 in the
same year that his then wife Anne Barton divorced him in a Mexican court.
Since the marriage wasn't recognized in the States until 1934, he couldn't
officially marry Marion. The fact that Marion stayed with him for the
remaining 30+ years of his life adds credibility to the poem being about
the one woman who allowed him to open himself to her unlike the other women
who preceded her. I'd like to know what others think about that.

wolfamoz from United States
Comment 98 of 292, added on March 23rd, 2007 at 7:33 PM.

um, i had to memorize this poem for english, and when i asked my dad what
it meant he said it had something to do with love. i have never been in
love (i am 12 years old) so i find it hard to relate. i'm sure it is
fantastic, but i cant seem to get to the meaning in a way i can relate.

anonymous from United States
Comment 97 of 292, added on February 16th, 2007 at 5:23 AM.

When I read this poem I thought of a baby just born.

Comment 96 of 292, added on February 5th, 2007 at 11:49 PM.

i wanna share to the whole world how glorious it is to have a painful
forbidden love.. a love that is so strong but which u cannot call ur own..
i have this one great love and it began when we're fifteen, twelve years
had passed yet it never fades but grew intensely.. we parted ways, i got
married but for all these years i carry him in my heart... he's my dream...
im his love.. the whole world may keep us apart but we knew, deep in our
hearts, we'll never love again like we did, like we still do and we will
always stay in love this way.. come what may...

mourning rose from Philippines
Comment 95 of 292, added on December 16th, 2006 at 2:45 AM.

i wish someone would love me like this. but love doesn't exist. only
security. and lust. not love. :)

downer from Canada
Comment 94 of 292, added on April 23rd, 2006 at 9:13 AM.

I fell in love with this poem the first time I fell in love, when I was
twenty-one. I memorized it then and still, 44 years later, can recite it
by heart and with enthusiasm. First love may not last in the flesh, but
when a poem like this takes you by the heart, it is forever. This poem is
meant to be said aloud to best appreciate the exhilaration of the language
which matches the exhilaration of the message.
God rest ee cummings.

Jean Reif Robinson from United States
Comment 93 of 292, added on April 5th, 2006 at 7:39 AM.

what can i say? this is the perfect love poem for someone whom you can not
keep forever, for that someone who happens to be the greatest thing that
has ever come into your life, for that someone whose memories will be more
than enough for you to say that life is good and it is indeed worth living
and dying for, for that someone whom i call SC. what a way to possess and
at the same time not to possess that someone.

aj from Philippines

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