all ignorance toboggans into know
and trudges up to ignorance again:
but winter’s not forever,even snow
melts;and if spring should spoil the game,what then?

all history’s a winter sport or three:
but were it five,i’d still insist that all
history is too small for even me;
for me and you,exceedingly too small.

Swoop(shrill collective myth)into thy grave
merely to toil the scale to shrillerness
per every madge and mabel dick and dave
–tomorrow is our permanent address

and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do,
we’ll move away still further:into now

Analysis, meaning and summary of e.e. cummings's poem all ignorance toboggans into know


  1. James Hiller says:

    the lack of knowledge quickly moves into knowledge
    and slowly goes back into ignorance you once had
    But when you lose winter, you can’t gain more knowledge
    and you will continue to become ignorant

    even if winter was a longer time
    we would still forget the knowledge we once gained
    we had possession of knowledge for a short time
    too short of a time that we can’t gain it back

    Speed to the light of knowledge
    just to try to acquire something not accessible
    a trial that a majority has completed
    we will always go to tomorrow, even though we didn’t collect the knowledge

    while trying to find the knowledge
    they get close but they don’t have the knowledge to find us

  2. sophia liu says:

    The tobaoggan symbolizes the ride of learning, and it picks up ksnow, or knowledge.

  3. Kassondra says:

    this poem is very unique to me.

  4. liana pehrsson-berindei says:

    Again a poem against the fixed, the dead and confined, the already happend – where there is no place for growth.
    To know is ignorance because it excludes the further knowing.
    History is too small, a fixed and dead element that cannot be changed.
    Thr truth is to be found in the movement, the journey, the unknown of the tomorrow, or the unique moment of “the now”.

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