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


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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

Heartbreak

i was so sure i found my soul connection, i stole from the buffet today as the manager supervised. watermelon, apricots, pineapple and papayas. usually, i pilfered from a tree she loved but wasn’t allowed to eat. how very excited i was about the treat today. every morning, i found her waiting and neighing as she observed me amble across to her. i didn’t know her name and she didn’t seem to mind me calling her horsie.

i looked for her in her usual places and she wasn’t to be found. odd, i ransacked the entire property and no sign of her. whistling as i called out, the hotel staff were a bit concerned about a lady randomly whistling. they asked if i needed something and if i was alright. finally i found her, in a spot covered by thicket and brushwood. she neighed as i got closer, warmer. so ecstatic having found her, i extended my offering, the bowl of fruit. she looked at me like, what are you a moron? what the eff is this shit? then turned around and walked away. now i am sitting here sulking.

the way
we
succumb,
folded in
April’s
long sleeve

between
the ocean
and May

en route
to silence

this bus
this plane
this train
this voice
in a poem

and i arrive
longing

Symphony

righteous anger only
makes us loose sight
of ourselves

to modify a condition,
our choice is either
yield or oppose

we determine whether
we grow lighter
or heavier
regardless we get
to carry ourselves

when choosing to live
in graveyards, we don’t
get to complain about
death

sometimes the dance
decides the music

let everything

i am
a score sheet

You are one of life’s
anomalies
and this is
how I fell.

Yrsa Daley-Ward

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A world in which there are monsters, and ghosts, and things that want to steal your heart is a world in which there are angels, and dreams and a world in which there is hope. —Neil Gaiman
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A world in which there are monsters, and ghosts, and things that want to steal your heart is a world in which there are angels, and dreams and a world in which there is hope.

—Neil Gaiman

(Jonathan Carroll)

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