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Comment 106 of 306, added on May 18th, 2007 at 10:03 PM.

i have heard of this poem out from a famous song but it mattered so much to
me now that i understand what it means when i myself been to an experience
where i have loved so much but then so unfortunate that i cannot have his
love. though i am in pain, though i am sad, i never regret a thing for i
was happiest when i met him. the experience led me to a great discovery of
myself, of this life, of love...it taught me to be brave and gave
importance of honesty...and so i quote "i do not know about you that closes
and opens, only something in me understands, the voice of your eyes is
deeper than all roses, nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands".

brokenopen from Philippines
Comment 105 of 306, added on May 13th, 2007 at 4:05 AM.

The best poem ever written. My favorite. I simply fall in love with every
words and inspires me to hold on with what matters. That love is beyond
physical aspect, it's more of the inner being. The self, The soul.

Tin from Philippines
Comment 104 of 306, added on May 8th, 2007 at 11:52 PM.

I'm here, three days before my wedding, to copy this poem for our program,
since I introduced my wife to this poem years ago. I stumbled across the
comments section, and began reading some of the posts. On page 10, I find

Comment 12 of 103, added on November 19th, 2004 at 11:25 AM.

I was in high school when I first came across this poem. It was a Senior
English class, and we were going through a poetry lesson. My teacher was
impressed I had already heard it and asked the class how to interpret it.
Again, I was the only one with a raised hand and probably the only one who
gave a damn and wasn't nodding off. Anyways, from then on he called me the
'poet lauriate' and it was such an honor since he was an amazing teacher
that is now retired.

Jenn from United States

Now this "Jenn" who posted this comment, unbeknownst to me almost three
years ago, is a longtime friend and will be a bridesmaid at my wedding.
The teacher she speaks of is my father, who I also learned the poem from in
high school. Wow, sometimes life takes bizarre turns. Thanks, mr
cummings, for speaking a language that's truly universal.

Jason from United States
Comment 103 of 306, added on April 19th, 2007 at 5:59 PM.

From our point of view it is as if the relationship is one-sided. He being
so in love with everything about her he is blind to the fact that she
doesn't give anything in return. But maybe this is what love is suppose to
be. If you are truly in love you should be under the other person's spell,
and blind when it comes to their flaws because they are small compared to
their perfections.

Emily from United States
Comment 102 of 306, added on April 16th, 2007 at 12:00 PM.


12345 from Taiwan
Comment 101 of 306, 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 306, 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 306, 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 306, 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 306, added on February 16th, 2007 at 5:23 AM.

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


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