anyone lived in a pretty how town
by E. E. Cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
In 10th grade we read this in Mr. Taylors english class. I remember he had us act out teh entire poem and it went something like this. Underneith Mr. Taylors desk, Christine Lam, and already sof spoken girl, read the lines in parenthasis. On the revolving stool, on top of a desk, I sat narrating, with leg outstreached. Mr. Taylor, blindfolded, holding my leg, walked around in a circle, representing the blinded donkey tethered to the post, and turning the wheel of time. The reainder of the class was devided into the four corners of the room. Each corner was responsible for reading two words as they came up: spring and rain, summer and sun, winter and stars, autumn and stars. Adding to the feeling of the change in time. As I read and came upon the secon last stanza, my voice grew as we reached the creshedo:
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes!!!
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I had Mr. Taylor for english and I LOVED him! I don't remember reading this poem, however, we acted out lots of other stories and plays. It was so funny- we would hear doors slamming all the way down the hall because he would literally scream at the top of his lungs and the teachers would get mad LOL.
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