anyone lived in a pretty how town(with up so floating many bells down)spring summer autumn winterhe sang his didn’t he danced his did.Women and men(both little and small)cared for anyone not at allthey sowed their isn’t they reaped their samesun moon stars rainchildren guessed(but only a fewand down they forgot as up they grewautumn winter spring summer)that noone loved him more by morewhen by now and tree by leafshe laughed his joy she cried his griefbird by snow and stir by stillanyone’s any was all to hersomeones married their everyoneslaughed their cryings and did their dance(sleep wake hope and then)theysaid their nevers they slept their dreamstars rain sun moon(and only the snow can begin to explainhow children are apt to forget to rememberwith up so floating many bells down)one day anyone died i guess(and noone stooped to kiss his face)busy folk buried them side by sidelittle by little and was by wasall by all and deep by deepand more by more they dream their sleepnoone and anyone earth by aprilwish by spirit and if by yes.Women and men(both dong and ding)summer autumn winter springreaped their sowing and went their camesun moon stars rain
I would be the one to live in the pretty how town. E.E. Cummings writes of a town completely engulfed in its own perfection. The routine drives the town and its citizens – I feel as though I would slip into that routine.
It is where I find the most comfort.
The two characters, anyone and no-one, break all the normalities of how town and baffle the onlooking citizens with their blatant disregard to the status quo and that is the beauty of this poem; however, this indifference to structure provides no reassurance to me.
I find ease in capitalization and proper grammar and punctuation so reading this poem made me feel uncomfortable from the very start. I cannot deny it was a gorgeous poem and the unfamiliarity forced me to see a side of writing that I had never explored.
A side that doesn’t always follow rules.
Cummings uses all lower case and focuses on imagery and metaphors to create a world of complete organization while intertwining a love story between two individuals. In my writing, I find it to be easier if I get straight to the point and tell the readers exactly what the situation they are reading about is and exactly how I feel about it. I figure rather than leave them guessing, I answer the questions they would otherwise ask.
Unfortunately, this also leaves little to interpret from my pieces. Unlike Cummings, my writing does not require constant analysis or days of guessing what I meant in one particular line. This is how I prefer it; however, from reading this poem, I became attracted to the convoluted thoughts. The idea that not everything must be so explicit and ten different interpretations does not represent the failure of an author but rather how successful they are in touching each reader a different way. This poem taught me to see the beauty in anyone and no one instead of hide behind the comfort I find in being a citizen of how town.