cooing words
on the roof,
Buddhist chants
the color of
ripe plums.


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“It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child.”
― Pablo Picasso

(Source: hoodbypussy)

Ordinary 

in the distance 
Édith Piaf 
groans 
as though on vinyl 
and the long fingers 
of a table fan 
slice through the 
thrum of spring 
peepers 
the honeycomb 
window shades 
sway as it 
were bamboo 
curtains 
i feel wound on 
some cheerless 
reel of a 
Vietnamese 
colonial motion 
picture 
the heat is 
muggy and 
this new 
moon won’t 
settle on 
paper

Ordinary

in the distance
Édith Piaf
groans
as though on vinyl
and the long fingers
of a table fan
slice through the
thrum of spring
peepers
the honeycomb
window shades
sway as it
were bamboo
curtains
i feel wound on
some cheerless
reel of a
Vietnamese
colonial motion
picture
the heat is
muggy and
this new
moon won’t
settle on
paper

Tryst 

o, how we 
commune 
with light 

the 
seamless 
landscape 
of us, 
stitched 
together with 
fragments 

tell me, what 
love song 
is finer than 
this kiss?

Tryst

o, how we
commune
with light

the
seamless
landscape
of us,
stitched
together with
fragments

tell me, what
love song
is finer than
this kiss?

i tugged on the ocean’s hair and it hissed in amplitude

i tugged on the ocean’s hair and it hissed in amplitude

it’s fascinating, how wildly different ee cummings poems are interpreted. take for example, the poem, up into the silence the green:

up into the silence the green
silence with a white earth in it

you will(kiss me)go

out into the morning the young
morning with a warm world in it

(kiss me)you will go

on into the sunlight the fine
sunlight with a firm day in it

you will go(kiss me

down into your memory and
a memory and memory

i)kiss me,(will go)

#original #eecummings

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here’s an interpretation 1) from - http://essayfarm.com/view.php?id=15867&title=E.%20e.%20cummings&make=984801701&rating_current=0&words=&count=193&subject=English

Cummings’ poem, “Up into the silence the green”, has no clear message. Its purpose is a glimmer of inspiration in words. It is a plee of humility before nature and the deity that it truly is. He is most deeply painting the picture of the day for your mind. “The green silence”, although not a true description of something tangeble, does force you to think fondly upon silence. This is also true of similar phrases,”white earth”, “fine sunlight”, “warm world”. His description is obviously one of a spring day. What is truly interesting about this poem is the levels in it. Although it is one complete poem, it is actually comprised of three levels. The first is the afformentioned description of day. This is the most literal and easy to point out. The second is the series of phrases in parenthesis, “(Kiss me)”. These offer a whisper into the connection of this poems insights about love. This second element feeds into the third. In every third line the phrase, “you will go”, is present.Cummings connects these two opposing thoughts in the last line;
“You will go (kiss me
Down into your memory and
A memory and memory
i) kiss me (will go)”

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and here are two other, 2) and 3) from - http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/eecummings/352/comments

Comment 5 of 6, added on May 5th, 2010 at 6:31 PM. By tiff

up into the silence the green is about a man lossing his lover. the “up
into the silence the green” is a ground barriel place, death. the earth.
and “Silence with white earth in it.” is seeing heaven. his lover going to
heaven. (kiss me down into your memory & a memory & memory i will go)-his
lover is now only a memory left in his head, her physical repensitation is
no longer there. only images of his lover are left in his head.


Comment 2 of 6, added on July 12th, 2005 at 11:18 AM. By ConqueringId from United States

Great poem. I am imagining two lovers parting in the morning, perhaps their
love is a secret and the young lady must go before her absense is noted,
and her lover understands why she must go and insists she does but at the
same time will not allow her to leave, continuating their lovemaking. It is
quite poignant.

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cummings had such a unique style, in my mind, he is the Picasso of poems. granted, i don’t know much about poetry or for that matter literature, but i certainly know what i like (and what i dislike). cummings’s mischievous, flirtatious-tongue-in-cheek and abstract, nature of poems connect with my own playful identity. from time to time, i like to try his poems out for a size and see how they swathe me. tonight, i was looking for a fresh adventure and came upon, up into the silence the green. instantly, i was overcome with the need to touch and feel every square inch of the poem. i wonder, if cummings wrote his poems successively and then deliberately scrambled it to conceal it’s meaning. perhaps, to give his reader an exciting journey and the pleasure of discovery.

here’s my attempt at unscrambling it:


up into the silence
the green silence
with a white earth

in it you will
(kiss me)

go out
into the morning
the young morning
with a warm world
in it
(kiss me)

you will go on
into the sunlight
the fine sunlight
with a firm day
in it you will go

(kiss me
down into
your memory
and a memory
and memory i)

kiss me,
(will go)


#unscrambled #eecummings

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so i agree with, ConqueringId from United States. these are tender, sweet moment(s) between two (possibly secret) lovers, knowing that they have to part in the morning and wean off of each other, he wants one more kiss, and another, before she goes (and then we will go he suggests). (kiss me) almost feels like a pause or a beat for her to kiss him, before moving on to the next verse.
additionally, i believe by “the green silence” he means “fertile” silence. also note worthy, the pictorial use of typography.

memory i) —-> memory eye

how about you, what do you think?

a catalogue
of ideas
screaming
a knot
in my body
clenching
to find the right
sensation
somewhere
in the belly
looking for
a wick
to light
there’s a thief
in my mind
stealing
the peace

hurry,
i am only
wearing
a hint
of jasmines

as if she
is a vine
looking for
a sunbeam
to climb

what is to
become of
direction,
when she
isn’t intent
on arriving

only going
a great
distance
where the
mind ends

she bends
buoyant
and
expansive

such a
blessing
she finds
to fly out
of hands