This is my first reading of any e.e. cummings poems. I had known of his work, his famous small-capped letters, daunting space and rhythmical ribboned lines, as if his typewriter chittered and chattered like a coal-engine on break. I am fascinated by how his words freshly play, so dazzlingly display on paper, obedient to his hand.
All selections contained in this post are extracted from my current reading of erotic poems, e.e. cummings.
poem xi. And in particular “reckless oral darkness”
poem ix. And in particular “flower of madness on gritted lips”
poem xvi. And in particular “pink propaganda of annihilation”
poem xxi. Is an incomplete Picasso in words… a poem to introduce capital letters. Although i see several of his poems incorporate such steeds; the brave few letters to stand tall.
My favorite poem today is xiv. Photo follows.
This book of poems is a must on the poetry bookshelf. A sin to read and not to have read sooner.