I think the poem that sticks with me the most, in the strangest way, is by ee cummings. I was living in New York at the time, quite young, and he was such an urban poet to me. He was also a painter with strange syntax, a playfulness with punctuation and treated the typewriter keys and page like a brush and canvas. At least, that is how I saw it at the time.
The poem is A Leaf Falls on Loneliness.
It is written in this way
l (a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
It probably shaped how I could think about poetry, about letters, about painting. I think it is my favorite because of its influence on my own work. I think the first time I read it, I was devastated, in a sense. It kinda shook me.
I think the poem that sticks with me the most, in the strangest way, is by ee cummings. I was living in New York at the time, quite young, and he was such an urban poet to me. He was also a painter with strange syntax, a playfulness with punctuation and treated the typewriter keys and page like a brush and canvas. At least, that is how I saw it at the time.
The poem is A Leaf Falls on Loneliness.
It is written in this way
l (a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
It probably shaped how I could think about poetry, about letters, about painting. I think it is my favorite because of its influence on my own work. I think the first time I read it, I was devastated, in a sense. It kinda shook me.
Oh wow, Juson, this is great. I love e.e., but I didn't know this poem. Your comments could constitute a whole workshop. Thanks for sharing!
Incidentally, here is a poem I wrote about not being able to write about my mom. "https://sheilanagigblog.com/poetry-archives/volumes-7-1-7-4-fall-2022-summer-2023/volume-7-2-winter-2022-the-poets/tresha-faye-haefner/