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so...who knows this haiku-like work and what are your thoughts on it's artistic meaning? anyone?
l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness |
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MirrorMirror
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Tue 03/18/08 04:54 PM
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ZPicante
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Tue 03/18/08 04:44 PM
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He's the best, E.E. Cummings. (My favorite poet, actually.)
A leaf falls *within* loneliness? If you were to take the arrangement of the words literally, perhaps. It's great how the shape of the poem emulates a falling leaf. Such a simple image, a falling leaf, yet the perfect picture of loneliness--one single leaf breaks apart from the rest on the tree, falls helplessly and freely to the ground alone. Beautiful. If I could travel back in time, I would marry E.E. Cummings, but he would probably be mildly disgusted by such a proposal. He's brilliant beyond brilliant. *Grins* |
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![]() ![]() agreed! for anyone not seeing it -- it is "a leaf falls loneliness" and one of the most obvious things about it is how, when you read it, it takes the journey of a falling leaf until it finally lands on the ground...it just struck me as way cool. ![]() |
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Thank you for starting this topic. Good choice. *Grins*
Here's another by Cummings: [somewhere i have never travelled] somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me,i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands |
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(a leaf falls) is embedded in loneliness I think its an image of loneliness. Just as a person being lonely the words are written kind of confused like just as we may be if we were lonely they are dissociated from each other in a way were they dont quit make sense but with time it is seen and understood therefore they are at one or oneliness or one-ness
I LOVE ee cummings oh my god http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8Nxs0alNEI go here I made this |
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Thank you for starting this topic. Good choice. *Grins* Here's another by Cummings: [somewhere i have never travelled] somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me,i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands ![]() |
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