Yet this is not what ee cummings would hope had come of his legacy. In reading his poetry in book, 95 Poems, a new vision begins to emerge of a real maverick--not someone who wanted to break the rules, but someone who eschewed the idea of rules so completely that breaking them was beyond the question, for that would have to recognise the value of the rules.
There are some classic examples of cummings following convention but still breaking rules--adhering to rhyme and meter, yet very original. The poem 'maggie and milly and molly and may' shows this, structured yet new.
Or, perhaps no longer that original. Unfortunately, ee cummings has become a conventional unconventionality. He was a success at being different--at one point only cummings and Frost, New Englanders both, with very different vines growing on the respective sides of their fence, were able to make a living solely from their writing while concentrating on poetry.
Some of his poetry is best meant to be read aloud, as all good poetry ultimately finds its best expression not on the lifeless page but in the spirited, feeling telling. There is an incredible sense -- for example, the poem 'i am a little church (no great cathedral)' has a strength read aloud that it somehow misses being silent on the page.
Some of the cummings poetry, however, is simplicity and verges on the concrete. These sometimes resort to cleverness that might have been genius of observation at the time but unfortunately due to overexposure now just seem an elementary type of cleverness. Of course, simplicity is so often overlooked, that when it is seen, we often react not as we should.
Arrangement on the page is so critical to cummings perception of how things must be that the lastest editions of his poetry are put in typewriter typeset (the way he composed and envisioned his poetry). The medium is part of the message, he might have said.
Try to read cummings with a new eye, and look for that which would have been shocking to the more standard and rule-bound Cambridge soul.
The poems have no titles except for numbers. While this might dismiss the need for a table of contents, it makes referencing a poem here difficult. Luckily, the publishers chose to include first lines in the contents. High school students will find "57" ("old age sticks"), the first Cummings' poem most us encounter. That said, "59" (or should I say number 59?) is my favorite.
when any mortal(even the most odd)
can justify the ways of man to God
i'll think it strange that normal mortals can
not justify the ways of God to man
Readers newly introduced to Cummings' groundbreaking style might find him hard to read. For me, it works for most of his poems. It fails occasionally, but this may be more as a result of my ignorance rather than Cummings' poetic inadequacies. Allowing the unique use of punctuation and line breaks to become like notes in a score, things came together for me, and this poetry became less obtuse. With each rereading, understanding Cummings becomes like learning to listen through an accent.
I fully recommend "95 Poems" by E. E. Cummings.
Anthony Trendl
We have clarity, we have acceptance of the universe as it appears:
now air is air and thing is thing:no bliss
of heavenly earth beguiles our spirits,whose
miraculously disenchanted eyes
live the magnificent honesty of space.
We have the bluejay as "beautiful anarchist" and the slender eulogy for "this man's heart" who was "true to his earth" and not interested in "anyone's world." We have the famous (and to our mind unsplendid) jingle about "maggie and milly and molly and may."
We have apothegms: "dive for dreams / or a slogan may topple you"; we have "first robin the" and his message "april hello," and we have the limitless grace of "out of the lie of no."
Poems 87 through 95 -- with perhaps one exception -- are immortal. It bears repeating: immortal.
There are a few typographical poems that don't quite work, and a few ballad-jingles where Cummings conceals his meaning rather too well, but all in all, the book called "95 poems" is a splendour and an ineffably graceful achievement, reminding us that:
--saharas have their centuries,ten thousand
of which are smaller than a rose's moment
(and, from the same poem, the 11th)
... there is a time for timelessness
The rest are as equal in creativity of construction but hammer home the poet's ideas in a very direct and certain manner. This book shows that cummings could master any style and create new forms. Words were bent to the poets needs. ee cummings could follow any poetic style, yet he decided to hae his own. For his style alone he should be read. But for this themes he should be charished.
Her is one of the best ones
i shal imagine life
is not worth dying,if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain
but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose,roses(you feel
certain)will only smile