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October 14, 2006

E. E. Cummings


Un día como hoy, pero de 1894, nació el poeta Edward Estlin Cummings, a quien todos conocemos como E. E. Cummings. Existe la creencia que su nombre se escribe “e. e. cummings” porque en algún momento se dijo que lo había cambiado legalmente, ya que era el “poeta de las minúsculas”; sin embargo ambas cosas son falsas, ni lo cambió legalmente, ni escribía sólo con minúsculas. Y para prueba, un botón:



Era un escritor prolífico. Decía que había escrito un poema diario durante 14 años, así que aquí posteo sólo una muestra minúscula, esperando [como siempre] sembrar el interés y la curiosidad.

Yo lo amo.


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one
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if you like my poems let them

if you like my poems let them
walk in the evening,a little behind you

then people will say
"Along this road i saw a princess pass
on her way to meet her lover(it was
toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants."


am was. are leaves few this. is these a or

am was. are leaves few this. is these a or
scratchily over which of earth dragged once
-ful leaf. & were who skies clutch an of poor
how colding hereless. air theres what immense
live without every dancing. singless on-
ly a child's eyes float silently down
more than two those that and that noing our
gone snow gone
yours mine
. We're
alive and shall be:cities may overflow(am
was)assassinating whole grassblades,five
ideas can swallow a man;three words im
-prison a woman for all her now:but we've
such freedom such intense digestion so
much greenness only dying makes us grow


r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r

r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r
who
a)s w(e loo)k
upnowgath
PPEGORHRASS
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S a
(r
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to
rea(be)rran(com)gi(e)ngly
,grasshopper;


when what hugs stopping earth than silent is

when what hugs stopping earth than silent is
more silent than more than much more is or
total sun oceaning than any this
tear jumping from each most least eye of star

and without was if minus and shall be
immeasurable happenless unnow
shuts more than open could that every tree
or than all life more death begins to grow

end's ending then these dolls of joy and grief
these recent memories of future dream
these perhaps who have lost their shadows if
which did not do the losing spectres mime

until out of merely not nothing comes
only one snowflake(and we speak our names silence

silence

.is
a
looking

bird:the

turn
ing;edge,of
life

(inquiry before snow


n(o)w

n(o)w

the
how
dis(appeared cleverly)world

iS Slapped:with;liGhtninG
!

at
which(shal)lpounceupcrackw(ill)jumps
of
THuNdeRB
loSSo!M iN
-visiblya mongban(gedfrag-
ment ssky?wha tm)eani ngl(essNessUn
rolli)ngl yS troll s(who leO v erd)oma insCol

Lide.!high
n , o ;w:
theraIncomIng

o all the roofs roar
drownInsound(
&
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)Whoshout(Ghost)atOne(voiceless)O
ther or im)
pos
sib(ly as
leep)
But l!ook-
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n:starT birDs(IEAp)Openi ng
t hing ; s(
-sing
)all are aLI(cry alL See)o(ver All)Th(e grEEn

?eartH)N,ew


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Y, finalmente, un poema de Cummings que Björk musicalizó en su último disco:

Sonnets/Unrealities XI

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