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[KagomeShuko]

The code of the artists' has always left me scratching my head as well. I can draw reasonably well (as a senior in high school, I qualified for art scholarships to Ball State University), but I never fit into the world of art.

My favorite poem? Ironically, it is one that I have never understood.

E.E. Cummings

what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
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?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
-whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't: blow death to was)
-all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live.

Perhaps Bridget, since you are a poet, you may be able to shed some light on Mr. Cummings verse?

Oh, and I am sure your poem is great, so congratulations, I just don't get it either.

Perhaps I could shed some insight into it?? Oh boy. . .LOL cummings is always hard to really "get," as much as I like some of his poems, so I'm reading this and here are my thoughts (besides that his poems are kinda to extremely weird):

What if the wind could show the truth? What if the wind could tear away the stars of night and let the sun shine forever? What if the wind could make the king a beggar and the queen seem to be a beggar? (friends will become enemies and space and time will no longer exist) - when the skies and seas are no more, man will still exist.

What if the wind could attack the hills snow and sleet and make them scream? What if the wind could strangle the valleys with ropes and bury the forests in snow? Hope will be gone and terror will take over. People will no longer see. (People will be jealous and not sympathic, they will be logical and have no faith). They have hearts of stone and are earthly and logicals and welcome the spring.

What if a dream came true and the universe were split in half? What if it stays like that and we are split across the universe? We will be no more, but there will be two universes (We are, but we will not be; we will not be, but we were) - the universe will cease to exist, so we will have no home. As we live, we continue to die.
Now, I know this might not make any sense to you either, so . . .

I guess cummings is saying that if the wind could destroy the universe, then we'd all be destroyed, too. Within the poem there's the is the fact of things like the "prince and the pauper" - having people completely switching roles while the universe is being destroyed.

I guess.

Like I said, it's cummings.

Stein Auf!
Bridget