e. e. Cummings

Edward Estlin Cummings was born on October 14, 1894. He grew up in the town of Cambridge Massachusetts. As a child he spent his joyful summers with his family at their summer home in Silver Lake, New Hampshire. Anytime his childhood was brought up a smile came upon his face. “In Just” one of his most famous poems was inspired from his youth. His father Edward Cummings, who transitioned from a Professor of Sociology and Political Science at Harvard, to an Ordained minister of the South Congregational Church, had a great influence on e. e. as a child. Cummings attended Harvard, studying Greek and other Languages. While in college, the artistry of Ezra Pound was introduced to him which became a great influence on him. e.e was romanticist. e.e. Cummings is said to died from a Cerebral Hemorrhage on Sept. 3, 1962 .

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*What talent (other than poetry) did Cummings receive credit for?

*How did Cummings use Capital letters?

*What was His sign? - Painting, his cubist painting were exhibited

and received much attention

- Cummings used capital letters whenever and where ever he wanted.

- he was a Libra

*Love

*Childhood

*Nature

*e.e was also known for abnormal punctuation and spacing

*Also for making up his own words

   whoa)s w(e loo)kupnowgath  PPEGORHRASS        eringint(o-aThe):leA     !p:S         a(rrIvInG .gRrEaPsPhOs)    torea(be)rran(com)gi(e)ngly,grasshopper;

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart).     

* If freckles were lovely, and day was night,And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,Life would be delight,-But things couldn't go right For in such a sad plightI wouldn't be I.

If earth was heaven, and now was hence,And past was present, and false was true,There might be some sense But I'd be in suspenseFor on such a pretenseYou wouldn't be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,And dirt was cleanly and tears were gleeThings would seem fair,-Yet they'd all despair,For if here was thereWe wouldn't be we.

*Bibliography

*http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/e__e__cummings

*http://www.funtrivia.com/en/Literature/cummings-e-e-12465.html