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Comment 13 of 93, added on May 11th, 2010 at 11:55 AM.
it kinda gives boner when i look at it
the saggy man
Comment 12 of 93, added on July 8th, 2007 at 1:46 AM.
Licia I really agree with you....this is such beautiful poem, it does not
need analysing and intellectual consideration...you feel it from your gut.
I just wrote it out on my son's birthday card for tomorrow - he's 3.
Baloons,the Moon, Love, Pretty People... and I read it out for my best
friends when they married... there is so much misery and suffering in this
world, a little child-like innocent love of the world goes a long way.
David from New Zealand
Comment 11 of 93, added on March 31st, 2006 at 10:09 AM.
It drives me crazy to hear a person ask..."What did the Poet mean by this?"
A Poem is for us to read.Take from it as individuals....what it says to
us....makes us feel....think....whatever. Getting mired in what the Poet
means takes away from the intent of the writer....for the reader to be
moved. So...read....think....feel...share if you wish....but....to tear a
poem....Poet apart....seems an injustice.
Licia from United States
Comment 10 of 93, added on February 22nd, 2006 at 11:39 PM.
Cummings writes about war. This poem is about war--about how soldiers of
war pick themselves. He contrasts the beauty of the poem with the
seriousness and sadness of the poem. This poem is angsty unlike cleo's
comment. The high pretty people are possibly several different peoples.
One possible people is the leaders of war. Another possible people is the
people in an afterlife (e.g. Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, Netherworld). The
phrase, "get into it," which cummings destinctly sets at the beginning of
line five descbribe the moving into something and also the fighting between
two people. He chooses houses, steeples, and clouds. Houses are places of
families. You leave your family when you die. He chooses steeples, which
commonly represent religion and sacred life. He also chooses clouds, which
are lofty and above others and intangible. Then, cummings chooses sailing
as if floating on water (which hey! god walked on) and a city which
nobody's ever visited,where always it's Spring.
from United States
Comment 9 of 93, added on February 17th, 2006 at 12:54 PM.
my mom passed away this past week and my best friend read this at her
funeral. she died on a full moon and since she named me for a flower the
poem has a very personal meaning to me. ee cummings is my favorite poet
and i've never failed to find a poem that always suits an occasion from him
- happy or sad. i take great comfort in being able to identify with the
work of a man who was so connected and balanced with the world.
heather from United States
Comment 8 of 93, added on February 7th, 2006 at 1:25 PM.
This poem is truley inspiring! I've read it countless times, and I still
find the words moving to this day. When I was about six, my mother died, I
read this poem at her funeral. At the time, I had no clue as to what the
words meant, but now, as I read the poem, I finally understand the meaning
of it. Thank you E.E. Cummings.
Emma from Ireland
Comment 7 of 93, added on December 4th, 2005 at 12:21 PM.
I think this poem is about suicide. Why would flowers pick themselves and
take away their greatest characteristic, beauty. Maybe the journey is to
death, after all it is a place "nobody's ever visited " because once you a
gone you can't ever come back.
from United States
Comment 6 of 93, added on October 21st, 2005 at 3:45 AM.
this poem is really great . i do not feel tired reading it again and again
for the words are risen from my heart.i think there is not such a place in
this world but perhaps we can reach this great pleasure in the other
worled.i havent seen anything but PAIN,DISASTER,SADNESS,WAR,EVIL
PEOPLE,...in my 21 years of living in this worled so there can not be such
a place here.i can only see it in my dreams time to time.
Comment 5 of 93, added on October 14th, 2005 at 6:48 AM.
Isn't it funny how all of e e cummings's poems come back to flowers and
spring and love? Maybe taking an interest in flowers is a symptom of being
a poet. I've seen some highly creative people start to take an uncanny
interest in flowers. I love how he writes about spring most of all, and
how his poetry is outward looking and free, not angsty (a lot of men poets
are less angsty than women poets - thats probably why they appeal to me
more). Spontanaeity, romance, grass, the moon ... its revolutionary for
this day and age, where it's more and more about criticizing and dissecting
Comment 4 of 93, added on September 12th, 2005 at 10:31 PM.
Can't ANYONE tell Ms. Nobody, from the united states, what this poem is
about? Sorry Miss, I can't help you cause I don't know either.
If you want my opinion, I think it's not worth worrying about, though, now
you've got me wondering too.
Hang in there, someone might tell ya oneday, If you're lucky enough.
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