today celebrates the birthday of famous poet e.e. cummings, born on this day in 1894. also know as edward estlin cummings, he was the writer of over 2900 poems, as well as 4 plays and a few other literary works. a unique style employed by cummings we to write his poems only in lower case, hence today’s holiday: lower case day. this is the reason i am writing only in lower case, a task that pains me so.
~ darcie rae
an example of cumming’s poetry, written without upper case:
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands