E.E.+Cummings

Edward Estlin Cummings was born on October 14th, 1894. He was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts and he had a sister named Elizabeth. He started writing poetry and drawing pictures when he was just a child. Edward grew up, and he graduated from Harvard in 1915. After college, Cummings worked as an ambulance driver in France during World War I. While in France, he was put in jail because the police thought he had thoughts about the French War effort. He did not, and this gave him the idea to write his first book //The Enormous Room.// Throughout his lifetime, Cummings wrote many books such as //No Thanks, in Just- Spring,// and //One Times One.// In 1919, Edward was having an affair with Elaine Orr, while she was married. The affair produced a child, and soon after Elaine left her husband to start a new life with Cummings and her new daughter. The couple got divorced nine months later, and Edward was not allowed to see his daughter for twenty seven years. In 1929, Edward remarried to Anne Barton, and they got a divorce three years later. Edward sadly died on September 3rd, 1962. He died of a stroke.

This is a picture of E.E. Cummings.

All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and smiling the merry deer ran before. Fleeter be they than dappled dreams the swift sweet deer the red rare deer.

Horn at hip went my love riding riding the echo down into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and smiling the level meadows ran before.

Softer be they than slippered sleep the lean lithe deer the fleet flown deer. Four fleet does at a gold valley the famished arrows sang before.

Bow at belt went my love riding riding the mountain down into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and smiling the sheer peaks ran before.

Paler be they than daunting death the sleek slim deer the tall tense deer. Four tall stags at a green mountain the lucky hunter sang before.

All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and smiling my heart fell dead before.