Friday, 7 June 2013

Poetry Reads: I Walked The Boulevard by E. E. Cummings

On a Friday afternoon, I would rather revel at E. E. Cummings' poetry such as this one: I walked the Boulevard.

In the true fashion of Cummings' poetry, he describes the setting of a boulevard and the people that are walking it in the poem. To me, the poem’s eloquence on the sight is mesmerizing, like a sketch coming to life.

I Walked The Boulevard 
by E. E. Cummings

i walked the boulevard

i saw a dirty child
skating on noisy wheels of joy

pathetic dress fluttering

behind her a mothermonster
with red grumbling face

cluttered in pursuit

pleasantly elephantine

while nearby the father

a thick cheerful man

with majestic bulbous lips
and forlorn piggish hands

joked to a girlish whore

with busy rhythmic mouth
and sily purple eyelids

of how she was with child


(Article by Kabita Sonowal)

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