I was a literature student way back in school. I loved my books but thought I never had that same love for poetry. I appreciated it. But could never write to that level of depth. And sometimes, just sometimes, the poems were long and meandering. I recently rediscovered poetry. And this time, with the renewed perspective, the poems are fascinating.
I still think the oldies are the best and the mainstays of Sylvia Plath, Walt Whitman, E.E. Cummings, just to name a few, are very much loved even to today. Their words flow beautifully. And they bring me back to a time where I was cloistered in a cold lecture hall where the lecturer did poetry reading. Close my eyes, and I hear the words. The pregnant pauses and I discover that perhaps, I did love poetry after all.
This week, E.E. Cummings poems and quotes have caught my attention. And I’ve selected two that I personally feel are timeless. I’ve turned them into prints and will soon load them in the shop. But in the meantime, if you are intrigued with the art of play of words, check out Button Poetry. They do performance poetry and it is quite something to experience.
And here’s the poem from where the second print’s quote was taken from. Have a lovely weekend!
one’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)
one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt,repaying life they’re loaned;
we(by a gift called dying born)must grow
deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose,whole find
– e.e. cummings