I adore Cummings. His poetry is sometimes complex, like walking a maze, requiring a meditation and concentration to reach the center. Not all his pieces are twisty this way, but all of them are so gloriously full of him. While I as a writer don't chose to emulate his innovation with syntax and punctuation, I pray for the day my work can capture my heart as fully as his did his own. Think I'll go take my nightly dose of cold medicine so I can breathe (the sickness rages on), and end this day with some Cummings before I drift off.
This piece of art is on Etsy. If you like it, you may click the link above and grab it...if you're fast. I may beat you to it. This one, I can actually afford. There's a companion piece for T.S. Eliot, too.
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