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Analysis and comments on since feeling is first... (VII) by e.e. cummings

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Comment 28 of 408, added on December 9th, 2005 at 4:11 PM.

this poem is one of, if not, my favorite poems. it's just so true- feeling
should always come first. yes, all you need is love. it's weird how people
in today's world will tell you this all the time and yet focus always on
the job side of things- on the money, on the deadlines- on the syntax of
things. if it were up to me, I wouldn't pay attention to the syntax of
things, but don't we all the time? the message is so beautiful. the poem
says love is more important than anything, even wisdom. life is not a
paragraph it says, for it isn't. it has no structure, it's full of unedited
mistakes, it doesn't get lost in details, it just is. and death is no
parenthesis- death has no explanation. death is no explanation. death is
not something you can put aside and still get life. I love this poem so
much. I just wish more people in the world loved it- and lived by it.

carolina from Mexico
Comment 27 of 408, added on November 29th, 2005 at 7:38 AM.

"Since feeling is first" is a reference to man's emotional reasoning and
that this bias often overshadows the logics that are unable to love nor
make you feel truly warm and loved. The author goes on to depict that this
flawed rationality has a tendency to make one foolish ("wholly to be a
fool") "while spring is in the world" or when one is in love. Regardless,
the author's passion approves of this behaviour ("my blood approves")and he
believes that it is better to have irrationally lived and loved than to
rationally (wisdom) lived in the moment.

Moreover, the author allows himself to be engulfed by this passionate
moment of life. He declares an inability to express thoughts that are as
grand as a smidgen of what her beauty says("eyelid's flutter which says").

Finally, life is not a paragraph refers to the authors definition of life.
He does not believe that life has that much structure (control and will)
nor stands alone but rather it is an occurrence meant to be enjoyed and is
regardless. The death parenthesis is the author's reference that death is
not a beginning (open parenthesis)to an end (closed parenthesis) nor does
it give meaning to the precendent life that it extinguishes. The author
starts this stanza with "we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in
my arms for...". This suggest that love above all is the main meaning of
their life and for life to be enjoyed they must enjoy each other and the
moment where their love occurs.

Ricky from Canada
Comment 26 of 408, added on November 10th, 2005 at 8:12 PM.

We analyzed this poem in high school and what I got from it was that he's
pretty much just saying "let's just be in love" plain and simple. he
doesn't want to analyze it because it cannot be, and he wants to be
completely engulfed in her. he doesn't want to think about problems or
issues/obstacles that they may have. there's such a carefree tone in the
"we are for each other.." stanza and with the "life is not a
paragraph...and death i think is no paranthesis" i believe that he means
that dying and living are the same thing because he has that theme in many
of his other poems. life can't be seen as a paragraph and death can't be
the grammar surrounding it's beginning and end because it is all mushed

Krista from United States
Comment 25 of 408, added on October 20th, 2005 at 2:21 PM.

i take this poem as someone who is in a relationship with another but there
are some taboos. and she's sad because though she wants to be with him, its
not what's "supposed" to happen. but he's telling her not to worry about
the syntax of things and he who does will never fully get who she is. also,
her flutter he eyelids (because shes crying) is a way of him KNOWING they
are for each other even though there are taboos saying no, her tears tell
him she wants it too.

jina from United States
Comment 24 of 408, added on September 30th, 2005 at 10:43 AM.

this is my one favorite poem of all time i love his rebelius oproach to
poetry with his strong and classic feelings about love amazing

Life in poetry from United States
Comment 23 of 408, added on September 11th, 2005 at 10:42 PM.

One thing i really wonder about in Cummings poems is he talks about spring
and death alot. What is the main theme behind spring and death in poems
like "in just spring" and "Suppose life is an old man flowers on his head".
PLease reply me as soon as possible and if possible send a copy of reply to
my email too. Thank YOu

Sam from United States
Comment 22 of 408, added on September 1st, 2005 at 3:57 PM.

if you try to analyze (i.e. understand the syntax of) this poem, you just
don't get it. this celebration of the transcending power of love is my
all-time favorite poem.

Patrick D from United States
Comment 21 of 408, added on August 17th, 2005 at 10:31 AM.

It was exciting to learn of how many interpertations of this poem there
was. I am writing a paper on this poem and that is helping me a lot.
Thank you Elizabeth from the U.S. your words were a great help. if anyone
else could help please feel free to email your words of wisdom to me.

Lecretia from United States
Comment 20 of 408, added on June 23rd, 2005 at 9:38 AM.

this poem is of my favorites... at first i didnt understand it, i chose to
do it for an english project, and after i was done i really got what it was
trying to say...its so.. perfect, every line has its own meaning for every
person.. mine is "for life is not a paragraph" which is sooo true

Brittney from United States
Comment 19 of 408, added on June 11th, 2005 at 7:20 PM.

Cummings poetry is a reflection of his personal life. He wrote to and
about the people and events around him. Why she is crying seems quite
obvious, given his comment immediately following his "don't cry." "The
best" of Cummings brain, was his WORK, his poetry, which he was
internationally famous for. He comforts her by explaining that his great
poetic talent is nothing to him, compared to the effect her love has on
him. So clearly, she is crying because she feels inadequate--she doesn't
feel worthy of such a "great man." This happens to everyone who rides the
arm of a celebrity; eventually they feel unworthy. In a typically ironic
and perfect way, Cummings uses writing metaphors and terms throughout the
piece, since they are what is being discussed.
It is my favorite poem, and as others have stated, it is a modern carpe
diem poem--"Join me in joyously living in the moment," with Cummings
oft-repeated admonition: "...and don't worry about the rules."

Michael LeClair from United States

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