Thursday, November 6, 2014

Rebellion - Jonathan Tungate

anyone lived in a pretty how town

BY E. E. CUMMINGS

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

This poem talks on the conformity of society, 'someones' and 'everyones' going about their anonymous everyday lives. It focuses on how everyone in our society works, and lives our similar lives, and life goes on no matter the circumstances. Parts of this can be negative, where death is a casual occurrence, however is is also positive where people can be happy and not worry about all the troubles.
This poem speaks critically of conformity, and Cummings uses poetry as an outlet to express the feelings towards life in our day-to-day lives. Within poetry he can bury his true meanings behind wordplay, and let it unfold as the stanzas progress. He uses the seasons as a way to show time, in the monotonous manner that peoples lives continue on in our 'pretty how towns.' Also, the anonymity develops as the poem goes on and explains how this community could be anywhere, and lets you reflect on yourself.

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