E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings Edward Estlin Cummings was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, on October 14, 1894, son of the Reverend Edward Cummings (lecturer at Harvard and Unitarian minister) and of Rebecca Haswell Clarke Cummings. Both encouraged Cummings’s early interest in poetry and art, and continued to provide emotional and financial support whenever it was needed. In 1899, the family bought Joy Farm, an idyllic retreat in the White Mountains near Silver Lake, New Hampshire where Cummings would spend nearly every summer for the rest of his life. Cummings enrolled in Harvard in 1911 and focused his study on Classics and Literature, graduation magna cum laude four years later and staying on an extra year to earn his masters in English. He published his first poem in a 1912 issue of the Harvard Monthly and within a year was selected to serve on its editorial board with several like-minded peers.

Cummings poetry at the time was quite conventional in style and content, displaying a clear debt to Keats and Dante Gabriel Rosetti. The sea changed wrought by his exposure to modernist writers and painters is reflected in his 1915 commencement address, entitled “The New Art” as well as the four experimental pieces he selected for inclusion in “Eight Harvard Poets” (1917). These verses reveal Cumming’s nascent fascination with the expressive potential of typographical arrangement and selective punctuation. They also contain his first use of the lowercase personal pronoun (“i”), a trademark of Cumming’s work that symbolizes humility, his small physical stature, his poetic persona, and , most of all, the uniqueness of the individual.

After graduation Cumming moved to New York and obtained his first only job as a clerk for a mail-order bookseller. Three months later he quit and went work full-time on his poetry and painting. He publishes four poetry collections in quick succession: Tulips and Chimneys (1923), S (1925), XLI poems (1925), and Is 5 (1926). All received mixed reviews at best. His supporters at The Dial gave him an award for “distinguished service to American Letters”. In 1927 Cummings tried his hand at playwriting with Him, an uneven but fascinating exploration of artistic self-discovering with early two dozen scenes and three times as many roles. The 1950s ushered in for Cummings a time of great popularity, public reading, exhibitions of his art, and overdue critical accolades.

E.E. Cummings died of a brain hemorrhage at Joy Farm, on September 1, 1962. By them, the notion had already begun to circulate that his name be written in all lowercase letters. The exact origin of this practice is unknown, but its entry into popular lore can be traced to the apocryphal assertion made by Harry T. Moore in the preface to Norman Friedman's EE. Cummings: The Growth of a Writer (1964) that Cummings has his name legally lowercased. Whatever the "case" may be, there is no doubt that Cummings has attained a place of honor in the pantheon of American poets.

This famous poem by E. E. Cummings is about deep, profound love. Dr. Clausens musical setting explores the very deepest emotions of the text in a lush and complex harmonic rendering. This poem paints a beautiful picture of the heart and its connection to the eternal love. E.E. Cumming s wrote this poem after he returned to his nation, when he enjoyed a great popularity among poetry lovers.

Thos beautiful poem expresses strong feelings, besides having a wonderful message. This poem is a little short but its lyrics have a great meaning of true love and other feelings. Experts consider this poem a masterpiece of E.E. Cummings; as soon as it was published many people enjoyed the lyrics of this poem. Nowadays, many people still read this wonderful poem. It is a pearl of American literature.

E. E. Cummings - I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me

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)

E. E. Cummings

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