by e.e. cummings (1894-1962)

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.

Cummings was initially greatly influenced by John Keats and Dante Gabriel Rossetti, but around 1913, he was introduced to the modern poetry of James Joyce, T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound. He adopted an unorthodox style of expressing himself both in what he chose to capitalize or decapitalize and in the layout of his verse.

e.e. cummings Contemporaries
Ezra Pound
T.S. Eliot
Langston Hughes
Robert Hillyer

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