It seems that those who know of E.E. (Edward Estlin) Cummings either love him, hate him, or just don't get it. Many people are bothered by his creative use, or lack thereof, of syntax and punctuation. I'll be honest, some of his concrete poetry is just too much for me. All my effort goes into figuring out what words he is spelling, with no energy left over to think about why or what he means. Those poems are fewer than at first seem. Most of his verse speaks of innocence and optimism. He embraced nature and love and sex and beauty and all aspects of life, even death. He seems to have loved the world and humanity, even when he is pointing out its darker, petty sides.
It is impossible for me to share my favorite poems of his. There are just too many. Many of his poems are known by their first line, so here is just a small sampling. I've linked to various sites where you can read them.
and my list wouldn't be complete without
If you would only check out one, please read the last one.
"and kisses are a better fate