American Poetry

I have been teaching the imagists in my American Literature class recently. To be completely honest, it's not my favorite style of poetry. There is something about the Romantics that touches my soul. Keats, Shelley, Byron, wow.

However, today we looked at e.e. cummings. There is something about cummings that leaves me in awe. He can get to the heart of an issue and sometimes I am not quite aware of what the issue is! There is a poem he wrote about his dad that I think is amazing. He says in the next to the last line -- "my father lived his soul." What would it look like if I lived my soul? To live out in front of the world the true nature of who God created me to be. Hmmmm, thoughts to mull over.

"somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near"

There is just something about e.e. cummings.