The Moon Looked Into My Window
The moon looked into my window
it touched me with its small hands
and with curling infantile
fingers it understood my eyes cheeks mouth
it's hands (slipping) felt of my necktie wandered
against my shirt and into my body the
sharp things fingered tinily my heart life
the little hands with drew, jerkily, themselves
quietly they began playing with a button
the moon smiled she
let go my vest and crept
through the window
she did not fall
she went creeping along the air
and out of the east toward
her a fragile light bent gatheringly
e.e. cummings. Is 5. New York: Liveright, 1985.
Edward Estlin Cummings (1894–1962) helped bring about the 20th century revolution in literary expression. Along with misfits like Pound, Eliot, and Bukowski, this Harvard poet would greatly influence my writing style.
"As one of the most innovative poets of his time, Cummings experimented with poetic form and language to create a distinct personal style. A typical Cummings poem is spare and precise, employing a few key words eccentrically placed on the page. Some of these words were invented by Cummings, often by combining two common words into a new synthesis. He also revised grammatical and linguistic rules to suit his own purposes, using such words as “if,” “am,” and “because” as nouns, for example, or assigning his own private meanings to words."
(excerpt from Poetry Foundation)
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