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Thursday, February 22, 2007

POETRY JOURNAL #3 (B)

TITLE: it may not always be so; and i say
AUTHOR: e. e. cummings
STYLE: Personal response

Speaker: someone who is truly in love however is unsure whether or not his/her lover loves him/her just as much as he/she does for them
Occasion: conversation
Audience: his/her significant other
Purpose: to make sure they are happy being with one another
Subject: trust and honesty
TONE: demanding, informative

Cummings in it may not always be so; and i say express a side that is familiar to relationships nowadays. When love grows so should trust; however, relationships currently seem to be headed the opposite direction to how they were 30 years ago. Back then it seemed as though there not only was true love and trust but also honesty. Currently, the age at which relationships are being formed are getting younger and younger; everyone is falling in love whether they know the meaning of it or not. Overtime, love has lost its meaning. The word itself has been overused, underused, and used incorrectly as a whole. Cummings’ poems reflect that “back-in-the-day” real love.
Cummings’ poems are written in lower case letters, from the beginning to the end. In some of his poems, as the ideas vary from poem to poem, there is speculation that the speaker of that specific poem is a child being that children are unfamiliar with the correct writing criteria. However, this poem would have fallen in that category because the content of the poem is too mature for it to being a child, hence why I said the speaker was someone who truly understands the meaning of love and in what ways to use the word and show its meaning. Cummings does a great job of being consistent in his writing style, specifically writing in all lower cased letters, but also vary his techniques enough to be able to convey several different messages in his poems.

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