La Guerre (5) ee cummings

August 27, 2012

La Guerre


O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have

fingers of

prurient philosophers pinched

,had the haughty thumb
of science prodded

beauty         ,how

often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffetting thee that thou mightiest conceive

to the incomparable
couch of death thy

thou answerest

them only with


La Guerre (3) ee cummings

August 25, 2012


La Guerre


the bigness of cannon
is skilful,

but i have seen
death’s clever enormous voice
which hides in a fragility
of poppies…

i say that sometimes
on these long talkative animals
are laid fists of huger silence.

I have seen all the silence
filled with vivid noiseless boys

at Roupy
i have seen
between barrages,

the night utter ripe for unspeaking girls.


I was on Goodreads early this morning and saw a poem by ee cummings that was absolutely lovely. Possessing as I do E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems, I went in search of it. It’s one of a 5 part poem called La Guerre. I will post one part of the poem each day for the next five days.

La Guerre


Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchinly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you