E. E. Cummings

While decidedly NOT a poet, I appreciate the poems of E.E Cummings. They are usually short and accessible, both important qualities to me as a non-poet. In high school, we studied some of his popular (and least opaque) poems like "in Just" and "anyone lived in a pretty how town."

His poem "Buffalo Bill''s" is a favorite:


Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus

he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death

Today, I started reading from a book on my shelf, a selection of poems by E.E. Cummings. Here is one that particularly stands out to me:

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me