Ironically enough, I didn't even have to read his poetry to know. Ever since I simply glossed over that esoteric introduction to New Poems (1938), my heart has been entirely his.
I could try to put my love for Edward Estlin and his daring, naked genius into words, but I won't. Instead, I'll let Mr. Cummings do it for me:
This is a great choice Cora, one of my favourite posts so far - what a lovely poetry-reading voice you have, that's a brilliant touch! I rate e.e. very highly as well, though I always put his name in lowercase, just cos I have the vague feeling he would approve. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jamie! I have to admit: I went back and forth on the upper-case/lower-case thing, and finally settled on traditional. I think you're right, though. Cummings would probably prefer the latter, considering his taste in art. :)
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