E. E. Cummings
October 14, 1894-September 3, 1962
Born in Cambridge, Massachusets
E. E. Cummings was the son of Edward Cummings and Rebecca Haswell Clarke. He had a strong relationship with God and his journal was full of prayers. God is believed to be his inspiration to writing poetry. E. E. Cummings attended Harvard University previous to his enrollment in the Army. In 1917 E. E. Cummings joined the ambulance corps. in World War 1. He died at the age of 67, and was cremated.
E. E. Cummings has written books, poems, and even some plays. Most of E. E. Cumming's Poems are sonnets. The rhyme schemes in his poems are unclear, and he has a unique writing style, unlike any of that time.
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.