Blue-Eyed Boy
At work today somebody mentioned this poem, which I'd never read before. I read a little e.e. cummings early on in school, but I think I wrote him off because of what I saw as the "gimmick" of lack of punctuation and spelling, as well as the unusual arrangement on the page. NowI see it as an expressive device, where the form forces you to look at the poem differently.
At any rate, it's hard to argue that this poem doesn't stand on its own.
Buffalo Bill
e.e. cummings
Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeons justlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what I want to know is
how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Mister Death
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