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Showing posts with label e.e. cummings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label e.e. cummings. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
wed with wood; celebrate love now
e.e. cummings is one of my favorite writers. His obscure punctuation choices, his lack of capitalization, his spontaneous line breaks, all contribute to his unorthodox writing style. But mostly what I love about his writing is the natural rhythm of his verse, despite the absence of traditional structure. e.e. cummings is to poetry what Simply Wood Rings is to the wedding ring industry: inventive, non-traditional, and organically beautiful. We listen to the natural rhythm of the world around us, and use it in our craft. And so on Valentine's Day, in celebration of all types of love, I leave you with an e.e. cummings poem, anyone lived in a pretty how town. In the context of our wooden rings, this poem seems to embody the preciousness of the life cycle, and the idea that we hold dear: love is to be celebrated now.
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