between the breasts
of bestial
Marj lie large
men who praise

Marj’s cleancornered strokable
body these men’s
fingers toss trunks
shuffle sacks spin kegs they

curl
loving
around
beers

the world has
these men’s hands but their
bodies big and boozing
belong to

Marj
the greenslim purse of whose
face opens
on a fatgold

grin
hooray
hoorah for the large
men who lie

between the breasts
of bestial Marj
for the strong men
who

sleep between the legs of Lil

Analysis, meaning and summary of e.e. cummings's poem between the breasts

8 Comments

  1. Rosa says:

    love it between the breast to

  2. Mike says:

    “very nice poem. i love the details and the way he slept between lil’s legs”

    I agree Kaleb.

  3. kaleb penley says:

    very nice poem. i love the details and the way he slept between lil’s legs

  4. erik elijah cummings says:

    E.E. Cummings is a maniac

  5. Bee says:

    This poem in my opinion is just descring that men with bug hands can be more pleasurable. I don’t believe cummings ever intended this to be a put down of women or their bodies, but instead complememting us on our ways, our curves. Cummings only intends his poem to spark some intrest, to spark a grain of thought out of the ordinary individual!

  6. court says:

    props to KatieQT69sexmaniac…ect. – that’s the best comment I’ve found in this forum and probably the only one cummings would’ve enjoyed reading.

  7. Alice says:

    breasts are boobs sitting on a shoulder
    boobs are breasts only getting older
    breasts oh my, boobs oh why?
    between the breasts of mathen jects there lies a secret you can only guess by having sex

  8. Jobe says:

    innosents ‘volved w/decadence
    i am you n a back’ards glimpse
    flowering countenance
    cannot hide THAT you…
    are Me
    out and out deplorable
    they question we
    as if we is any different
    than me or them or all us gathered
    our forces drive everywhere
    deny? the pigs of men
    the she they
    strap snouts in plastic2
    why coward in
    side of a mountain
    the pebble is the true
    disgust…
    when all so admit
    the strings are on tight

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