dead every enourmous piece
of nonsense which itself must call
a state submicroscopic is-
compared with pitying terrible
some alive individual

ten centuries of original soon
or make it ten times ten are more
than not entitled to complain
-plunged in eternal now if who’re
by the five nevers of a lear

Analysis, meaning and summary of e.e. cummings's poem dead every enourmous piece


  1. ryan says:

    I did not find this poem to be bland. I think it says a lot of thoughtful things in a way that is not only trimmed of all excess, but indeed stuffed with double meanings, non-sequential branches and loops by internal reference, and external references to supplementary information. I spent several minutes looking for connections between fragments of the poem that are not necessarily placed together on the page, and it is full of them. I found the opening line of the poem to beg this process, with the open-ended verb “is” (fill in the blank), which can then go to the next line or back to the first word, “dead.”
    The treatment of antonyms is quite elegant, and enormous pieces of nonsense like wondering “the meaning” of life become redirected towards a statement that the whole invention of meaning comes by contrast of a thing with its environment and listing differences in your mind.


    Each pair is interrelated, forming two groups describing simple, yet spacially and temporaly overwhelming observations to identify all of human existance as ultimately pointlike.

    I shouldn’t go on forever about the specific details of my ameteur, poorly informed analysis, (I could write pages of ideas that I have about this poem, but I’m just inventing things anyway if you can’t tell, don’t trust me as being an informed analist.) but will end with one more comment about external references. here is another pair of words:


    external reference: now look up Edward Lear (1812-1888) – English painter and nonsense poet…

  2. fghfhfgh says:

    not one of his best, strangly bland.

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