And I've only recently developed a real interest in his work, having known over the years a mere handful of his poems "love is more thicker than forget", "i carry your heart with me", "maggie and milly and molly and may" and "in Just-spring".
I like the motion of this poem, and how it seems to spin down and across the page - something Cummings accomplished through careful word choice.
I also like the imagery, and his phrase "o crazy daddy of death" - to me, he's speaking of Old Man Winter, but I suppose it could be Time or the Hermit or the Crone, depending on one's perspective.
Because of Cummings's language, I picture the Reaper spinning his scythe across the landscape, leaving only those trees in front of the moon. I'd be interested in knowing what you make of this poem. Tags: analysis of poems , cummings , poetry , poetry friday , sonnets. Post a new comment Error Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal. Your reply will be screened Your IP address will be recorded.
The fate of the human race is a question that has intrigued thinkers since the beginning of time. Cummings felt compelled to express his thoughts as to the imminent destruction of mankind.
However, what he was unaware of at the time that he wrote his prophetic poems, was how frighteningly true his predictions almost came. This poet sounded an alarm that was ignored; some critics are that, hopefully, we are now prepared to heed their warnings so that their dire predictions will not prove to be ultimately true.
Technology, usually thought of as beneficial to mankind, slowly destroys the society that it has helped to improve. Download presentation. Cancel Download.
Presentation is loading. Please wait. Copy to clipboard. Presentation on theme: "E. Download ppt "E. Cumming Eva Castillo 2A. I take it as a commentary on the inherent evil of mankind, maybe its duality. It seems he is asking what if all this insanity is happening all around us. All of these polar opposites are unraveling; the single secret will still be man. Man does and undoes his existence, the most who die the more we live.
We must destroy to survive. It is incredibly ironic that the sound of the poem is so perfect and rolls off the tongue with such ease. I agree with you, Megan! It totally shows humanity as it is and will be…. To me, this poem is about an apocalypse of pure winter. A great wind of destruction destroys the stars, covers the earth with snow, makes the sun appear bloody by blowing dead, fallen autumn leaves all over the place, causing chaos and destruction.
Because of all this, humanity is forced to be true to its own nature in order to survive — royalty is no better, but in fact worse than regular people, friends are enemies when the tides have turned, etc. However, with all the death will emerge survivors who will be able to stay alive in the midst of all the dying.
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Blow king to beggar and queen to seem blow friend to fiend: blow space to time -when skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man what if a keen of a lean wind flays screaming hills with sleet and snow: strangles valleys by ropes of things and stifles forests in white ago?
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