Tuesday, April 29, 2014

E. E. Cummings

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

E. E. Cummings is the quintessential modern poet because his writing disregards all rules of standard english including sentence structure, capitalization or punctuation. He is also just too edgy, the stuff he writes it so deep and esoteric that most people don't even scratch the surface of his work. In a great deal of his poems he also uses spacing and indentation to augment his writing, like in this one. the last two lines are kind of a playful addendum to the more religious mood of the rest of the poem. He is describing to a lover what he enjoys about being intimate with her, describing details with great texture imagery(electric furr, trembling-smooth-firmness, feel the spine) in an almost reverent tone, espousing every detail which draws him closer to early transcendence. The final two lines kind of dash all the hoighty toighty description by simply stating that he might also just like the thrill of it.

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