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Comment 10 of 90, added on February 2nd, 2008 at 8:02 AM.
davvero, anche per me, una delle mie poesie preferite..la gioia di viveree
l'amore per la vita scorrono lievi nel sangue ogni volta che la leggo
lisa de stefani from Italy
Comment 9 of 90, added on October 6th, 2007 at 3:33 PM.
I first heard this poem while viewing the movie "In Her Shoes" WOW! how it
touched my heart, my soul. I went to my computer and printed the poem
returned to the room where I told my partner to close his eyes! I read the
peom hoping to touch his heart, what success!
Try it for yourself "Feel the love"
from United States
Comment 8 of 90, added on April 8th, 2007 at 12:14 PM.
cummings is my absolute favorite of all time, and this poem especially gets
when he speaks of forever being open to little birds, he is synecdochically
referring to every precious, minute treasures of life most people fail to
hear or see. for these, he says, are the secrets of living.
may his heart always be supple and bold enough to absorb and appreciate
them and whatever findings spawn from that perception-- and even if it's
Sunday may he be wrong because whenever men truly explore and experiment,
it is inevitable that he may chance upon benign sin -- again, a mark of
and you know what, the songs of little birds and those little birds
themselves truly are the secrets of living.. if absorbed in the right
mindset, when you stare at those little guys and watch them hop around so
naively, so inquisitively -- if you watch them c0ck their little heads as
they ask you who YOU are, and allow their healing song to infuse the
encounter...you can find a clarity and a depth capable of illuminating your
every emotion and breath.
obviously brilliant..i don't think i need to say it.
from United States
Comment 7 of 90, added on March 2nd, 2007 at 4:00 PM.
i was graduating with a Master's in Psych, ready to take on the masses with
neuroses. this poem was my graduate speech; with no other comments from me.
plain and simple. the head of Seattle's Opera Society was there that day.
he approached me later and demanded i not waste my talents for speaking
from the heart sitting in an armchair. was it that, or e.e.cummings himself
that led me to become an advocate for the mentally ill, and later an
advocate for the sick and disabled? these are the influences that make a
culture Know itself; if it chooses to pay attention. check out musicians
from around the world like this the myspace musical group,
making music to e.e.cummings works!!! like beat poet Lew Welch said decades
later, "it goes on growing whether you look at it or not"!!!! e.e.cummings
was ahead of his time in both his style and method, but not his message. he
wouldn't have given it to us if we hadn't been ready to hear it.
adrienne from United States
Comment 6 of 90, added on April 16th, 2006 at 1:59 AM.
It's not necessarily an attack on religious beliefs. i think he's just
saying that you need to be spontaneous and carefree and be willing to "sin"
every once in a while to get the most out of life.
i think he's saying that it's better to be naive--like birds--than to have
worldly knowledge, because people who have knowledge are bitter and
pessimistic and are never spontaneous because they're too afraid of the
consequences. naive people fall in love, and they make fools of themselves
doing it...but at least they're in love.
Jill from United States
Comment 5 of 90, added on April 11th, 2006 at 5:46 PM.
A beautiful poem. His ability to twist words as though they were
However, I don't believe that it's an attack on Christianity or religious
leaders, by any means.
Laulena from New Zealand
Comment 4 of 90, added on February 19th, 2006 at 10:17 PM.
So I'm on 3mg's of DOC and I search for basically whatever comes into my
mind on google, and first thing pops up this poem, and of course its
Comment 3 of 90, added on November 1st, 2005 at 8:41 PM.
"... and even if it's sunday may i be wrong" is such a gentle, subtle and
irresistable attack on our religious leaders who believe they have a
monopoly on the way, the truth and the light, especially when they preach
on any Sunday morning. Or am I wrong? Reminds me of Breugel's painting "The
Blind Leading the Blind" when his Germany was ravaged by conflict between
the Catholics and the Protestants.
Tampa Bay John from United States
Comment 2 of 90, added on June 28th, 2005 at 9:58 PM.
Cummings is beyond a doubt my favorite poet, and this poem in particular
has always sent chills up my spine -- it's beauty is that powerful!
Barbara from United States
Comment 1 of 90, added on October 20th, 2004 at 4:03 AM.
sheer beauty needs no comment. is that the reason nobody comments this
poem? I wonder. However, I would like to enter a translation into German,
because all translations I have read so far seemed to be wrong.
Möge mein Herz stets offen sein den kleinen
Vögeln die das Geheimnis zu Leben sind
wasimmer sie singen ist besser als das Wissen
und sollten Männer sie nicht hören sind Männer alt
möge mein Denken umherstreunen hungrig
und furchtlos und durstig und schmiegsam
und sei es auch Sonntag möge ich mich irren
denn wannimmer Männer recht haben sind sie nicht jung
und möge ich selber Nichtstun das nützt
und dich selbst je mehr als wahrhaft lieben
nie gab´s einen solchen Narr dem es misslang
allen Himmel über sich zu ziehen mit einem Lächeln
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