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Friday, May 25, 2012

E. E. Cummings

This is a well organised collection of poems by my favourite poet.
There're some of his paintings, although the quality of paper is not that good.

His use of words are mesmerising, and his grammatically twisted structures always appeal to me.
Particularly, his 'break-up and restructure', visual spacing/typography is truly superb.

There're some egregious omissions, though.
Probably his most famous....

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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