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Biography of e.e. cummings

e.e. cummings (1894 - 1962)


Cummings was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, to liberal, indulgent parents who from early on encouraged him to develop his creative gifts. While at Harvard, where his father had taught before becoming a Unitarian minister, he delivered a daring commencement address on modernist artistic innovations, thus announcing the direction his own work would take. In 1917, after working briefly for a mail-order publishing company, the only regular employment in his career, Cummings volunteered to serve in the Norton-Harjes Ambulance group in France. Here he and a friend were imprisoned (on false grounds) for three months in a French detention camp. The Enormous Room (1922), his witty and absorbing account of the experience, was also the first of his literary attacks on authoritarianism. Eimi (1933), a later travel journal, focused with much less successful results on the collectivized Soviet Union.

At the end of the First World War Cummings went to Paris to study art. On his return to New York in 1924 he found himself a celebrity, both for The Enormous Room and for Tulips and Chimneys (1923), his first collection of poetry (for which his old classmate John Dos Passos had finally found a publisher). Clearly influenced by Gertrude Stein's syntactical and Amy Lowell's imagistic experiments, Cummings's early poems had nevertheless discovered an original way of describing the chaotic immediacy of sensuous experience. The games they play with language (adverbs functioning as nouns, for instance) and lyric form combine with their deliberately simplistic view of the world (the individual and spontaneity versus collectivism and rational thought) to give them the gleeful and precocious tone which became, a hallmark of his work. Love poems, satirical squibs, and descriptive nature poems would always be his favoured forms.

A roving assignment from Vanity Fair in 1926 allowed Cummings to travel again and to establish his lifelong routine: painting in the afternoons and writing at night. In 1931 he published a collection of drawings and paintings, CIOPW (its title an acronym for the materials used: charcoal, ink, oil, pencil, watercolour), and over the next three decades had many individual shows in New York. He enjoyed a long and happy third marriage to the photographer Marion Morehouse, with whom he collaborated on Adventures in Value (1962), and in later life divided his time between their apartment in New York and his family's farm in New Hampshire. His many later books of poetry, from VV (1931) and No Thanks (1935) to Xaipe (1950) and 95 Poems (1958), took his formal experiments and his war on the scientific attitude to new extremes, but showed little substantial development.

Cummings's critical reputation has never matched his popularity. The left-wing critics of the 1930s were only the first to dismiss his work as sentimental and politically naïve. His supporters, however, find value not only in its verbal and visual inventiveness but also in its mystical and anarchistic beliefs. The two-volume Complete Poems, ed. George James Firmage (New York and London, 1981) is the standard edition of his poetry, and Dreams in a Mirror, by Richard S. Kennedy (New York, 1980) the standard biography. e. e. cummings: The Art of His Poetry, by Norman Friedman (Baltimore and London, 1960) is still among the best critical studies of his poetic techniques.



153 Poems written by e.e. cummings

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"Gay" is the captivating cognomen 1 Comment
(and i imagine... (XII)
(Me up at does)
(will you teach a... (12)
)when what hugs stopping earth than silent is... (16)
1(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness)
2 little whos
a man who had fallen among thieves
a total stranger one black day
all ignorance toboggans into know
All in green went my love riding
all which isn't singing is mere talking
am was.
anyone lived in a pretty how town 2 Comments
as freedom is a breakfastfood
because i love you)last night
because it's
between the breasts
but if a living dance upon dead minds
but mr can you maybe listen there's
but the other
buy me an ounce and i'll sell you a pound.
dead every enourmous piece
Doveglion
dying is fine)but Death
ecco a letter starting"dearest we"
enter no
Epithalamion
Fame Speaks
fl... (2)
flotsam and jetsam
FOREWARD, is 5
gee i like to think of dead
guilt is the cause of more disorders
hate blows a bubble of despair into
here is little Effie's head
here's to opening and upward
Humanity i love you 1 Comments
i am a little church
i am so glad and very
i carry your heart with me 1 Comments
i go to this window
i have found what you are like
i like my body when it is with your
i shall imagine life
i sing of Olaf glad and big
i sing of Olaf glad and big 3 Comments
i thank you God for most this amazing
if everything happens that can't be done
if i have made,my lady,intricate
if I should sleep with a lady called death
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- 1 Comments
in spite of everything
in time of daffodils
into the strenuous briefness
INTRODUCTION from New Poems
it is at moments after I have dreamed
it may not always be so 3 Comments
Jehovah buried,Satan dead,
kumrads die because they're told)
l(a
lily has a rose
Little Tree
love is a place... (58)
maggie and milly and molly and may 2 Comments
Marianne Moore (35)
may i feel said he
may my heart always be open to little... (19)
moan... (7)
mr youse needn't be so spry... (XVIII)
mrs... (15)
my father moved through dooms of love
my love is building a building... (XII)
n(o)w...
nobody loses all the time (X)
nobody loved this... (4)
nothing false and possible is love... (XXXIV)
now does our world descend...
Now i lay(with everywhere around)... (44)
now is a ship... (9)
now what were motionless move(exists no... (89)
O sweet spontaneous
of all the blessings which to man... (IV)
Of Nicolette
once like a spark... (XXIV)
one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:
ordinary wind is winding(cold face blush
Picasso... (XXIII)
pity this busy monster,manunkind... (XIV)
Poem, Or Beauty Hurts Mr. Vinal
proud of his scientific attitude... (13)
r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r
red-rag and pink-flag... (11)
silence... (40)
six... (21)
Skating (4)
Snow
Sometimes I Am Alive Because With
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond 1 Comments
speaking of love(of... (LV)
spoke joe to jack... (10)
Spring is like a perhaps hand
spring omnipotent goddess Thou
suppose... (VIII)
supposing i dreamed this)... (IX)
the boys i mean are not refined
the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls
the Noster was a ship of swank... (8)
the way to hump a cow is not... (14)
there are so many tictoc...
there is a here and... (19)
this evangelist... (XXIX)
this is the garden: colours come and go,... (IX)
this(let's remember)day died again and...
Thy fingers make early flowers of... (IV)
Tumbling-hair/ picker of buttercups/ violets... (V)
up into the silence the green... (41)
voices to voices,lip to lip... (XXXIII)
warped this perhapsy... (9)
what if a much of a which of a wind... (XX)
when faces called flowers float out of the ground... (67)
when god lets my body be
when hair falls off and eyes blur And... (L)
when life is quite through with... (II)
when serpents bargain for the right to squirm... (22) 1 Comments
Where's Madge then,
who knows if the moon's... (VII)
who sharpens every dull... (26)
why did you go... (IV)
yes is a pleasant country... (XXXVIII)
yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate... (V)
you being in love... (XII)
you said Is (XIII)
you shall above all things... (22)
youful... (17)
your little voice... (I)
!blac... (1)
a clown's smirk in the skull of a baboon
a pretty a day
listen... (III)
my girl's tall with hard long eyes... (XIX)
Buffalo Bill's 2 Comments
my mind is... (XXV)
my sweet old etcetera... (X)
next to of course god america i... (III)
she being Brand... (XIX) 1 Comments
since feeling is first... (VII) 3 Comments

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Seeker Of Truth

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I Am A Beggar Always

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