E.E. Cummings Poems
- 2 little whos
- a connotation of infinity
- A light Out
- a man who had fallen among thieves
- A pretty a day
- a total stranger one black day
- after five
- All in green went my love riding
- all which isn’t singing is mere talking
- am was.
- and what were roses. Perfume? for i do
- Anyone lived in a pretty how town
- as freedom is a breakfastfood
- Ballad of the Scholar’s Lament
- because i love you)last night
- because it’s
- between the breasts
- beyond the brittle towns asleep
- but the other
- buy me an ounce and i’ll sell you a pound
- Chansons Innocentes: I
- Consider O
- Cruelly, Love
- dead every enormous piece
- Dive for dreams
- dying is fine)but Death
- ecco a letter starting
- Epithalamion
- Even a pencil has fear to
- Fame Speaks
- From tulips and chimneys
- Hate blows a bubble of despair
- Humanity i love you
- I Am A Beggar Always
- i am a little church
- I am so glad and very
- I go to this window
- I have found what you are like
- i have loved, let us see if that’s all
- i have seen her a stealthily frail
- I like
- I like my body when it is with your
- I love you much(most beautiful darling)
- I shall imagine life
- I spoke to thee
- I thank you God for this most amazing
- I walked the boulevard
- If
- if everything happens that can’t be done
- If I
- If I believe
- If i have made,my lady,intricate
- If i love You
- if I should sleep with a lady called death
- if strangers meet
- if there are any heavens my mother will
- If you can’t eat you got to
- if you like my poems let them
- in a middle of a room
- In Just – Spring
- in spite of everything
- in the rain-
- in time of daffodils
- into the strenuous briefness
- it is at moments after I have dreamed
- it may not always be so
- Jehovah buried,Satan
- kumrads die because they’re told)
- l(a… (a leaf falls on loneliness)
- lady, i will touch you with my mind
- lily has a rose
- listen
- Little Tree
- love is a place
- maggie and milly and molly and may
- may i feel said he
- may my heart always be open to little… (19)
- Moan
- Mr youse needn’t be so spry
- Mrs
- My father moved through dooms of love
- My girl’s tall with hard long eyes… (XIX)
- My love
- My mind is
- my smallheaded pearshaped
- my sweet old etcetera
- n(o)w…
- next to of course god america i… (III)
- nobody loses all the time (X)
- nobody loved this
- nothing false and possible is love… (XXXIV)
- now does our world descend
- Now i lay(with everywhere around)…
- now is a ship
- now what were motionless move(exists no…
- O Distinct
- O sweet spontaneous
- of all the blessings which to man
- of Ever-Ever Land i speak
- Of Nicolette
- once like a spark
- one’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one:
- ordinary wind is winding(cold face blush
- Picasso
- pity this busy monster, manunkind
- Poem 42
- Poem, Or Beauty Hurts Mr. Vinal
- Portraits
- proud of his scientific attitude… (13)
- Puella Mea
- r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r
- raise the shade
- red-rag and pink-flag
- she being Brand… (XIX)
- silence
- since feeling is first
- six
- Skating
- Snow
- Sometimes I Am Alive Because With
- somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
- speaking of love(of
- spoke joe to jack
- Spring is like a perhaps hand
- spring omnipotent goddess Thou
- suppose
- supposing i dreamed this)
- the bigness of cannon
- The Eagle
- the glory is fallen out of
- The Hills
- The hours rise up putting off stars and it is
- the mind is its own beautiful prisoner.
- the moon is hiding in
- the Noster was a ship of swank
- the way to hump a cow is not
- there is a here and
- there is a here and… (19)
- this evangelist
- this evangelist…
- this is the garden: colours come and go
- this(let’s remember)day
- this(let’s remember)day died again and…
- Thy fingers make early flowers of… (IV)
- Tumbling-hai
- Tumbling-hair/ picker of buttercups/ violets…
- up into the silence the green
- voices to voices,lip to lip
- warped this perhapsy
- what if a much of a which of a wind
- when faces called flowers float out of the ground
- when hair falls off and eyes blur And
- when life is quite through with
- when serpents bargain
- when what hugs stopping earth than silent is… (16)
- who sharpens every dull…
- why did you go…
- yes is a pleasant country…
- yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate… (V)
- you being in love…
- you being in love… (XII)
- you said Is (XIII)
- you shall above all things…
- youful
- Young Woman of Cambridge,
- Your little voice…
E.E. Cummings Biography
Idiosyncratic, utterly original poet e.e. cummings ushered in the modern era of poetry with his idiomatic, conversational verse that captured the beauty of human speech.
Edward Estlin Cummings was born in 1894 in Cambridge, Massachusetts. His father was sociology and political science professor at Harvard University, but left Harvard when Edward Estlin Cummings was a small child to become an ordained minister at a congregational church in Boston.
e.e. cummings attended Harvard, where he studied languages and began his fascination with poetry after being introduced to poet Ezra Pound. Upon graduation, cummings volunteered to serve in World War I with the Norton-Haries Ambulance Corps. cummings became close to another volunteer, William Slater Brown, and when Brown was arrested for sending seditious letters back home, cummings went along with him to the La Ferte Mace internment camp. Only the intervention of cummings’ father was enough to free the two. However, e.e. cummings was not free for long; he was drafted into service when America joined the Great War, and served until Armistice.
His wartime experiences were the inspiration for some of e.e. cummings’ first published writings. His book about the internment experience, The Enormous Room, was published only after persuasion from his father.
After the war, cummings married his first wife, Elaine Orr, and began to focus on his poetry and painting. He wrote a quick succession of books during the 1920s, amidst much tragedy; his marriage fell apart, and in 1926, his father was killed and his mother gravely injured in an automobile accident.
His father’s death proved as influential on cummings’ poetry as his wartime experiences. He threw himself into his poetry with renewed vigor, while also marrying and divorcing another wife, Anne Barton.
It was in 1932 that cummings met Marion Morehouse, who lived with him as a wife despite the fact that they were never formally married. He and Morehouse traveled the world, visiting Tunisia, Russia, Mexico, and France, all the while writing poetry. As World War II loomed, much of his poetry was anti-war.
In 1962, e.e. cummings died at the age of 68 from a cerebral hemorrhage. He left behind a body of work that encompassed more than 25 books of poetry, prose, plays, and drawings, and a reputation as one of America’s most celebrated modern poets.
Some of e.e. cummings’ poems include:
i thank you god

since feeling is first

in spite of everything
