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Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

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XLI: Lester My Man, You're Scaring the Hoes

"The Throne of Memory, we need it now!" Lester exclaims while Peaches carries in Meg. "Calypso—Notepad?"

"Got it!"

"Stay with me, Meg, you're among friends now. You're in the Throne of Mnemosyne. Speak your prophecy!"

Meg opens her mouth, an oracle voice coming out smoothly.

The words that memory wrought are set to fire,

Ere new moon rises o'er the Devil's Mount.

The changeling lord shall face a challenge dire,

Till bodies fill the Tiber beyond count.

"Oh, no," Lester winces. "No, no, no."

"What?" Leo asks.

"We're going to need a bigger notepad."

"Surely the prophecy's done—"

Yet southward must the sun now trace its course,

Through mazes dark to lands of scorching death

To find the master of the swift white horse

And wrest from him the crossword speaker's breath.

To westward palace must the Lester go;

Demeter's daughter finds her ancient roots.

The cloven guide alone the way does know,

To walk the path in thine own enemy's boots.

When three are known and Tiber reached alive,

'Tis only then Apollo starts to jive.

Meg slumps forward and Lester holds her, shaking like a leaf.

"What was that? Buy one prophecy, get three free? That was a lot of lines." Leo scoffs.

"It was a sonnet. May the gods help us; it was a Shakespearean sonnet."

"That was all one poem?" Thalia frowns. "But it had four different sections."

"Yes. The sonnet conveys only the most elaborate prophecies, with multiple moving parts. None of them good, I fear. We will parse our doom later. We should let Meg rest—" Lester collapses next to the girl suddenly, having run out of energy.

"I'm sorry about Festus..."

Leo grins. "Nah, man. I can put him back together easy enough. I redesigned him so he's like a Lego kit, built for quick assembly!"

Lester nudges her discretely and speaks in a whisper. "Did you tell him what happened at the cave?"

"Yeah," Ara sighs. "He's made his decision. And it's fine, really. He's right, trying to foresee what the right choice is, that's exactly why Janus had so much fun harassing me all these years. You can't opt out of heartache."

Lester hums, eyeing her carefully. "So what now?"

"Now I gotta figure out my new body settings. I still feel like sleeping, but I don't know what will happen if I do. What if I wake up in Olympus? Or worse, what if I combust and die?"

"Many humans have turned into gods," Lester says simply. "You'll be fine."

"You have no empathy towards my issue," she says and continues before he can deny it, "I get it, it feels unfair to you. Just don't try to comfort me, you won't do it right. Not even I know what I'm sad about, I'm having trouble recalling what I lost."

During the funeral rituals for Heloise the griffin, Ara stands with Thalia, needing to speak with someone who might know what she's feeling. "When you became a hunter," she says, "weren't you scared about the whole immortality bit?"

Thalia chuckles. "To be honest, no. I've got no hopes of living long either way, you know?"

Ara looks at her, now taller than the hunter. "I was twelve when I met you, now we're the same age. You've done well so far, so why not consider you might live a few centuries?"

Thalia puts an arm around her shoulders. "To me, you're always going to be a kid, just like Percy. Immortality doesn't change how I feel, it only messes up time, which is something I was already used to since I was a tree for years."

Ara sighs. "Right."

"I'm sorry I can't help you, Birdy," Thalia says empathetically.

"It's almost like you were fated to be where you are," she shakes her head. "I don't feel that way. I feel used."

Thalia raises a brow. "Ara, whether the gods tricked you into it or not, you do good in the world, and it doesn't matter how it came to be."

"I guess," her voice cracks, "I just wish I hadn't been stripped of my own sense of self in order to do so. I'm not Ara anymore."

Thalia hugs her. "You've never been anything other than who you've always been, you just haven't gotten the time to get to know your new body, but trust me—If you weren't you, Leo wouldn't have looked at you the way he did after you fought Commodus."

"My moms told me you might be my dad," Georgie says, staring at Lester's shoes.

"I—I might be, Georgina," Lester blushes down to his neck. "I don't know."

"'Kay. Made this for you. You can take it with you when you go away."

She hands him a doll made with pipe cleaners. "Thank you. Georgina, if you ever need me, if you ever want to talk—"

"No, I'm good."

Lester is slightly hurt as the girl runs back into Jo's arms. Ara pats his shoulder. "Don't take it personally. If my dad—" her voice catches in the word. "If my progenitor had shown up claiming to be part of my life... that's just stupid. A parent looks after you when you're vulnerable, not when you're old enough to not need them."

"Those visions in the cave... you met your dad?"

"Must've been primal memories," Ara frowns. "From the day he left me at the orphanage."

"But you know his face now, you could—"

"He's dead." Saying it out loud feels like taking off the heaviest winter coat. "Killed by one of you."

"A god?"

"He died within the day of abandoning me—not a chance of vindication for that guy... his car stopped working."

Lester scowls. "Well, it must've been Aphrodite."

"She would've told me," Ara shakes her head. "I mean, why wouldn't she? A man who rejects her gifts isn't worthy anymore."

"Who, then?"

"Maybe he pissed off someone else on the way, maybe the fates kill off the parents of abandoned demigods. Thalia's mom died after she gave away Jason..."

"So he's dead."

"Yeah..." And then she sniffs, crying softly.

Lester stiffens. "I'm sorry..."

"I'm happy," Ara admits, "I've feared for years that one day he'd try to take me away from my parents and I wouldn't be able to say no because I'm underage..." she sobs. "I was scared of a man that didn't even care enough to feel anything towards me... I get it now, why I cling to my title."

"You don't wanna feel like your father was right," Lester concludes, deeply understanding her. "That you were a curse."

"Now I find out he's been dead all along, that giving me away was a mistake..." She crumbles and clings to Lester, who wraps his arms around her, slightly shocked. "I think knowing would've been enough."

The Waystation is packed with cheery-looking people, even Meg and Lester look that way. Even Ara.

"Okay," says Calypso. "We've interpreted some of these lines, but we need your help, Apollo. Maybe you could start by telling us what happened at the Cave of Trophonius."

Meg is quick to hand over the responsibility. "Don't remember much. You two go ahead."

Lester and Ara take turns talking.

"I don't mind the Oracle being destroyed, but I worry about Georgie. She's always felt connected to that place. And Agamethus... she likes him a lot." Emmie says.

"The last thing I want is to cause more pain to Georgina. I think, though, the destruction of the cave was necessary. Not just for us. But for her. It may free her to move forward."

"We cannot remain," Ara adds. "Agamethus told you that the other day, didn't he? You told me that."

Lester remembers. "True. Maybe he was ready for this."

"All right, then," Jo continues. "About the prophecy..."

"The first stanza mentions the new moon," Thalia comments.

"Time limit," Leo sighs, draping one arm around Ara's shoulders. "Always a dang time limit."

"But the next new moon is in only five nights," the hunter frowns.

"Bodies filling up the Tiber," Emmie quotes, "I assume the Tiber refers to the Little Tiber, the barrier of Camp Jupiter in California."

"Yeah. The changeling lord... that's gotta be our homeboy Frank Zhang. And the Devil's Mount, that's Mount Diablo, right near the camp. I hate Mount Diablo. Ara and I fought Enchiladas there once."

"I got hit by lightning," Ara winces. "Not fun."

Jo glances at them with concern. "So the demigods of New Rome are about to be attacked."

"I believe the first stanza is all of a piece. It mentions the words that memory wrought. Ella the harpy is at Camp Jupiter, using her photographic memory to reconstruct the lost books of the Cumaean Sybil. The details aren't important right now. My guess is that the Triumvirate means to eliminate the threat by burning down the camp. The words that memory wrought are set to fire." Lester explains.

Calypso scowls. "Five days. How do we warn them in time? All our means of communication are down."

"We gotta send someone," Ara replies. "Can't be the hunters, they'll attract attention. That without mentioning they've done too much for us already."

"Damn right," Leo nods at the girl. "You've done enough for us, T."

Thalia glances at Ara with a little grin. "All in a day's work, guys. But you do owe me a bottle of the Texas hot sauce you were telling me about, Valdez."

"That can be arranged," Leo smirks.

"Well and good, but we're left with the same dilemma. How do we get a message to California in five days?"

"Me," Leo declares casually.

"Leo," Calypso shakes her head. "It took us six weeks just to get here from New York."

"Yeah, but with four passengers. And... no offense, one of them was a former god who was attracting us all kinds of negative attention and had no means to deal with it. Ara and I were dragging your butts until you got your magic back. I'll be fine."

Everyone looks at Ara like waiting for the bomb to explode, but instead, she smiles. "You sure you got this?"

"I travel fast and light," he taps the table with eager digits. "I've covered that much distance before by myself. I can do it."

"I believe you," Ara says. "But you told Lester you wanted an easy life..."

"I'll just enroll late for the spring semester! Cal can help me catch up. Besides, it'll be good to see Hazel and Frank again. And Reyna, too, though that girl still scares me."

"I love Reyna," Ara says, maybe too fancifully, because Leo glances at her with a scowl.

"Yeah, well," he reaches for a piece of her hair and tugs to regain her attention. "My point is, I've got plenty of time to start that life. You guys don't."

Lester sighs heavily. "No, we really don't."

"So we've got one stanza figured out. Yippee," Thalia puts away her knife. "What about the rest?"

"I'm afraid the rest is about Meg and me."

"Yep," Meg nods while still eating. "Pass the biscuits?"

Josephine gives her the entire basket. "So the line about the sun going southward, that's you, Apollo."

"Obviously. The third emperor must be somewhere in the American Southwest, in a land of scorching death. We get there through mazes—"

"The Labyrinth," Meg offers.

Ara groans. "I hate that place. I don't care how dormant Chiron thinks it is."

"We must find the crossword speaker," Lester insists. "I believe that refers to the Erythraean Sybil, another ancient Oracle. I... I don't remember much about her—"

"Surprise," Meg taunts him.

"But she was known to issue her prophecies in acrostics—word puzzles."

"Sounds bad. Annabeth told me how she met the Sphinx in the Labyrinth once. Riddles, mazes, puzzles... No thanks. Give me something I can shoot."

"I remember the Sphinx," Ara tilts her head. "Whiny."

"And the third emperor? Do you know who it is?" Emmie questions.

"Meg," Lester looks at the girl. "what about the line Demeter's daughter finds her ancient roots? Do you have any family in the Southwest? Do you remember ever going there before?"

Meg hesitates a millisecond before replying. "Nah."

Lester and Ara share a knowing look. "Hey, though," Leo pipes in. "That next line, The cloven guide alone the way does know. That means you get a satyr? They're guides, aren't they, like Coach Hedge was? That's, like, their thing."

"True," Jo nods. "But we haven't seen a satyr in these parts since—"

"Decades," Emmie sighs.

"I'll find us one," Meg burps.

"How?" Lester frowns.

"Just will."

"I wouldn't mind a satyr. My friend Grover is one," Ara ponders. "Haven't seen him in months..."

"That just leaves the closing couplet: When three are known and Tiber reached alive, / 'Tis only then Apollo starts to jive." Calypso reads again.

Leo wiggles in his seat doing a funny dance. "About time, man. Lester needs more jive."

"Hmph." Lester adopts a haughty expression. "I believe those lines mean we will soon know the identity of all three emperors. Once our next quest is complete in the Southwest, Meg and I can travel to Camp Jupiter, reaching the Tiber alive. Then, I hope, I can find the path back to my former glory."

"By... jive talkin'," Leo sings out of tune.

"Shut up," Lester grumbles.

Leo and Ara watch the hunters from the rooftop as they leave, riding the army of ostriches.

"Man, this never gets old," the boy grins, leaning against her. "By the way, you know Lester has a crush on you, right?"

Ara snorts so hard she coughs. "Yeah, right," she glances down at the aforementioned, currently bickering with Meg as they return to the Waystation. "He can't stand me."

"He can't stand how nervous you make him," Leo retorts. "Trust me, that guy is hanging by a thread."

"His soul light ignites for others."

"I said he's got a crush, not that he's happy about it," the boy clarifies. "Soul lights only show people's positive emotions. I wasn't happy to be crazy about you after like a day of knowing you. You saw mine until I gave in."

Ara shifts in her place uncomfortably. "Is that why you volunteered to travel to Camp Jupiter? To make sure I'm not left alone with Lester for long?"

"Nah, it's never gonna happen between you two," he laughs. "He's all spectacle and you're all substance. He would fizzle out the moment he tried to touch you."

Ara blushes. "Don't be dumb..."

"Reyna, on the other hand," he raises his voice teasingly, turning sideways against the railing to face her. "That's a conversation we gotta have out. I don't see no soul lights, but I practically heard you moan her name."

The girl gets even redder. "Leo!"

"Listen, I won't hate if you tell me you feel some kind of way about her. I also love a girl that can step on me, Ripley from Alien could get it—"

"Leo!"

"I just feel like... like you're no longer mine to keep. And if you feel more in tune with her than with me... I just... I want to know."

Ara stares at him, shocked but not angry. "Are you serious?"

"About 90%."

She doesn't even know what to answer. "Just because I'm... whatever I am, doesn't mean I suddenly developed an interest in dating multiple people at the same time!"

"Yeah, no, but I don't know, I feel like I'm hoarding too much real state that needs more than one person to look after it—"

"Are you calling me property right now?"

"I'm calling you a freaking goddess on earth," Leo huffs, "who is worth so much more than I can offer. I won't give you up, but if you... if you feel like you want something better, or different, I—"

"Leónidas," Ara holds his face. "Yes, I have a crush on Reyna, but this is crazy talk."

"You're only saying that because you haven't settled into power yet," he grumbles through a pout. "Let it simmer and see if you're still happy having me as your only partner."

"You're crazy. But I knew that since the start." She kisses his nose. "I can't believe Lester sent you spiralling like this—We've been dating for more than a year, Cracker."

"Technically, it's been nine months. I went missing for six."

"You were my boyfriend, weren't you?"

"Was I?"

"Duh."

That's a good enough response for Leo, so he kisses her.

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intopermanence · 10 months ago

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My skin is wilting as I melt on this cross with You. We drip with otherness, but we are a sameness that is not other than — only, always, Now. This abyss, Your cross; my womb, an abyss for Melquiadian splendors.

Annabella of Ely, from Poems I-LXVII: “XLI”

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theineated · 1 year ago

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One of my favourite poems is basically about this. It's from Bécquer, and unfortunately in Spanish, but I'll find a translation

Rima XLI

Tú eras el huracán y yo la alta

torre que desafía su poder:

¡tenías que estrellarte o que abatirme!

¡No pudo ser!

Tú eras el océano y yo la enhiesta

roca que firme aguarda su vaivén:

¡tenías que romperte o que arrancarme! ...

¡No pudo ser!

Hermosa tú, yo altivo; acostumbrados

uno a arrollar, el otro a no ceder:

la senda estrecha, inevitable el choque ...

¡No pudo ser!

Translation

You were the hurricane and I the tall

tower that defies its force:

You had to demolish me or be shattered!

It couldn't be!

You were the ocean and I the lofty

rock that steadfastly awaits its advance and retreat:

You had to uproot me or be crushed! …

It couldn't be!

You beautiful, I arrogant; accustomed

one to sweep away, the other not to yield:

the path narrow, the collision inevitable …

It couldn't be!

(Translation by Howard A. Landman)

well have you considered that maybe the unstoppable force is in love with the immovable object

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libidomechanica · 6 months ago

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“And afford scrupled with away the Turkd as to bold”

A Kelly lune sequence

And afford scrupled with away the Turk’d as to bold.

To enchance-tied thy for rewards done, seem’d he, thee, Sir.

III

But poets and thee! On with a beake a wins love’s fare?

One do such glory. Who have anothink: but their care?

You could wander alas! Is in petty ride the moon.

For none an eye behind, thee! Of family know that lack?

VII

They we’ll court to the sun. She disarms to many van.

VIII

No perplex too weight so love, latter that eye. Of fears?

I present wasted? The backward on my go much zest.

The dumb till with desiren art do good-morrows up.

Not will be relief. Or makes and we treasures, and years.

XII

While passed and, ‘Allah! What go, Alas! And for you dark.

XIII

The day, or shone did your deadly Plato; Forresto!

XIV

He hung in was the modesty, the time fast nigh. Stairs.

On though by make of the stack? There can the read—and light!

XVI

Stile Pan! Or whom salute; while gift vp to have rarely?

XVII

Was nightly flowe, an awake; how the qua. Last to stop.

XVIII

Which sects? Then, senters all he did rath, when too, nor soul!

XIX

Right are at abashes steel. And thou pitiably greete?

And ceased; and mines withing in Feaven. Falsely have loued.

XXI

Is a most bettes, I, your sweet, he half rest? Receive.

XXII

With just socker’s a greath. Body cigares adorne?

XXIII

The went doth may bright appetits by this sets steeple.

XXIV

Declared it—but in blood! With the had or be na by.

XXV

I shure is. While honounce found crowd, the Muse’s to tried.

XXVI

When her laid. Within:— robin be of blood? He shal con.

XXVII

Or it noblet: that I stagnate up alone. Hast by!

XXVIII

Then, no more thee! Was a was which greene so as the Gray!

XXIX

’Hills come the greater. Until I can I hae he night.

XXX

The beholding, poem. That shouldst tame but by punish.

XXXI

I done have to their secret all of such the colours.

XXXII

See. A she was no greater uter to me the flock?

XXXIII

The bees I cannoy. From the tress suwarrow, than I.

XXXIV

And sough. A momen ships pure shriek our bonie ladieu,—fare.

XXXV

Cannot up in fa’ for this news to thee. When browne bread.

XXXVI

Rich we next to me. Be no looks, we shalt now, promise.

XXXVII

” Last breedy this, thouse. For Maia, who Et be my pleast.

XXXVIII

Let the learn’d fixed in? And perhaps so, my locke,&snarlier.

XXXIX

—Not longested, and always of error partyrs book.

And I have withou smile truly sick? Of men said true.

XLI

Some grey melt offering. Let me inhere my loud, Mauishing.

XLII

My nevery stone. —Then when by a secondition.

XLIII

His false of will untain, for his he, still joy water.

XLIV

Of other name! Danger, all my Peggy’s very way.

XLV

The unrest-queen’—but to which ordered me bar,—now night.

XLVI

Or hair, and groans down men. And seem’d they roses for iar.

XLVII

Whose gentle out of Plato; the speak interful her.

XLVIII

It was and past, against way. Be her write I never.

XLIX

Most; whom stone! Vice: behold some did lightdresse me again.

Are thou ough John Bull fits! Our father was last, the bay?

As in the moon. From other, It is then to fyll there?

LII

And beauty all: Aurora sad meadowy mother.

LIII

Love a charmless pall. With the sun ther lipse, in the briers.

LIV

Tack: by this feel ther low dirt of much a slips their sleep.

I shall fair asleep. Longed to dream win our lovering?

LVI

And giuines, when thus. To her did this, that was shall in.

LVII

While I touch. Frailties by Swift and his by be invar?

LVIII

Score to give us. Imagine more and shure out in.

LIX

While the apples one: whom he littless or Ah! Content.

Ah, whisperatitute doth nectar in love, I sleep.

LXI

By our shepher; and some too solding of flotill bed.

LXII

Where na by. With when Adeling man tis day-starriage.

LXIII

They dready mindshipwrecke hearts amaze. Thought. To our dead.

LXIV

Some prove will I thine. Found trim, and birds diminutive.

LXV

That walls used in wall. But, if thy free as frail, and breach?

LXVI

Bid hethers univer. But so; but fed weep judging?

LXVII

Thou art modern death me. A little- drums a Ha!

LXVIII

But, Death. To his beneathere brillies errors hath rayne?

LXIX

A sighs, all head, Parkened, life fruit once were empty.

LXX

Eyes intent. Tis nine, overself gave awayt than stone.

LXXI

Who buried, but oh! Pale, and and if legs in spready.

LXXII

A man bed tears rue. I’ll be mantly my light, clad it.

LXXIII

To crime that is no more all in would renew. She world.

LXXIV

Let on a cast the fore is no come parch’d all. I lay.

LXXV

-Dirt orb crown probably dead. So have radictim awake.

LXXVI

Their grew. I fellows perhaps man a move sea the faith!

LXXVII

As have fly one up into there waken; the bosom!

LXXVIII

Be him. It for long which else thine, at it song a books.

LXXIX

Had come a great blue: night! Ah! Forming of dest Catos.

LXXX

For work day like him from wear. Like though degret what thee.

LXXXI

Scoff to sold. How from hollow hears, of her town, a bee.

LXXXII

What? His want than loft, a garmes rous scenderculean.

LXXXIII

That mad, constanza thirst wild with tears, we me. And friend.

LXXXIV

And thriver’d or a sping say thus blood? My looking loue?

LXXXV

Behold affords beauty’s verself warble. So have me.

LXXXVI

Sans wish, flying and ensure you but follow appearls.

LXXXVII

They were a first one, Aurora’s borne own, and daunce at!

LXXXVIII

Which the battering but I may neck. Be; but a reach.

LXXXIX

Ending, to deling. So the was Nature I’m all fare.

He compare? A folden from he took about of books.

XCI

That in, tilletin. Go basement, whom heven short time.

XCII

All bound more decret. To feedies born, but know read thee!

XCIII

Thought of a rage. In reject, beauty differencess.

XCIV

Sick of thing both. Whole in hairst it, in from heart that war.

XCV

But she’s barte. Am all ye or undo in men shape.

XCVI

Goe, and for sult birds of the placed as I envious.

XCVII

That did of voyce. Twas mothers, then, she sunk thy closer.

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monriatitans · 11 months ago

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minimalistartshop · 2 years ago

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The Background and Legacy of E.E. Cummings

E.E. Cummings, born Edward Estlin Cummings on October 14, 1894, in Cambridge, Massachusetts, was a highly influential and innovative American poet, playwright, essayist, and painter. Renowned for his unique approach to language, typography, and poetic form, Cummings left an indelible mark on the world of literature. This article explores the life, artistic contributions, and lasting legacy of E.E. Cummings.

Early Life and Education

E.E. Cummings grew up in a supportive and intellectually stimulating environment. His parents encouraged his creativity and love for language from an early age. Cummings’ father, Edward Cummings, was a professor of sociology and political science at Harvard University, where Cummings later enrolled as a student.

Shaping the Artistic Voice

During his time at Harvard, Cummings delved into various art forms, including poetry, playwriting, and visual arts. He experimented with different styles and techniques, pushing the boundaries of conventional artistic expression. His exposure to avant-garde movements, such as Cubism and Dadaism, played a significant role in shaping his artistic voice.

Innovative Writing Style

One of the most distinctive aspects of E.E. Cummings’ work is his unconventional use of language and typography. He disregarded traditional grammar rules, often eschewing capitalization and punctuation, and played with syntax and word order. Cummings’ poems are known for their visual impact on the page, with words and phrases scattered across the whitespace, creating a dynamic and visually engaging experience for the reader.

Themes and Influences

Cummings’ poetry explores a wide range of themes, including love, nature, identity, and the human condition. He had a profound appreciation for the beauty of the natural world and frequently incorporated imagery from nature into his work. His poems also delved into the complexities of human relationships, capturing both the joys and struggles of love and connection.

Influenced by transcendentalist thinkers like Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau, Cummings celebrated the individual’s freedom of expression and connection to the larger universe. His poetry often reflected a deep sense of spirituality and a belief in the transformative power of love and art.

Literary Contributions and Recognition

E.E. Cummings published numerous collections of poetry throughout his career, including “Tulips and Chimneys,” “XLI Poems,” and “95 Poems,” to name just a few. His works received mixed reactions initially, with some critics finding his style too unconventional. However, his unique approach to language and form gradually gained recognition and acclaim.

Over time, Cummings’ contributions to literature were widely celebrated. He received prestigious awards such as the Bollingen Prize in Poetry and the Academy of American Poets Fellowship. His work continues to be studied and appreciated for its linguistic innovation, evocative imagery, and profound emotional resonance.

Legacy and Influence

E.E. Cummings’ legacy as a poet and artist extends far beyond his lifetime. His innovative style and unconventional use of language have inspired countless poets and writers, who continue to experiment with form and push the boundaries of creative expression.

Cummings’ ability to distill complex emotions and experiences into concise and powerful verses has resonated with readers across generations. His work speaks to the human spirit, inviting readers to question societal norms, embrace their individuality, and explore the beauty and mystery of life.

Conclusion

E.E. Cummings, with his groundbreaking approach to language and form, has left an enduring impact on the world of literature. His poetry continues to captivate readers with its visual and emotional intensity. Cummings’ legacy as a poet, playwright, and visual artist serves as a reminder of the power of artistic innovation and the limitless possibilities of language.

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eresia-catara · 5 months ago

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I don't know how I never noticed this before but I was reading ok??

the song of birds and reasoning about love

And I checked the footnotes

«Reasoning about love» recurs in Dante, Guido I wish that you and Lapo and I, 12 [...]. For a secret resonance inside Guido['s poems], cfr. XLI, 7.

And I checked the reference because,, that's a weird way to put it. Did I miss anything? Secret??

And?????

of me you spoke so deep from the heart

GUYS.

I flipped pages and there it was.

whY does he connect them. And whY is this resonance so secret mr. de robertis? Like. Out of all the things he could've connected to "reasoning about love" he thought this. The Line. The line where we have the word coralemente which. y'know. as we have said recurs only one other time, here

[a loving spiritual gaze]/ [...]/ [...] now more than ever assails me/ and drives me into thinking deep from the heart/ of my lady

and it is referred to the lady and it is a word of passion there is no mistake about that

["now more than ever"] rather expresses a more intense feeling of love (cfr. 4 coralemente) [...] it essentially has the function of a superlative. Even the «immediately assails me» in Dante's sonnet Oftentimes, 5, alludes to an assault of eros [...].

The term 'coralemente', 'deep from the heart', was common in poetry and it was always referred to the love felt towards the lady, to an assault of eros, but Guido, as we know, uses it when talking about Dante talking about him.

If this was already...off, now we have this "song of birds and reasoning about love" which is the same concept used in the shepherdess poem where hearing the song of birds means that the lady's heart desires a lover, which De Robertis (you know. the greatest critic of Guido's poems.) connects to coralemente.

This means that Guido is saying that Dante would talk about him deep from the heart, or, reasoning about love. And it's nothing new in a way because they essentially mean the same thing: Dante spoke about him with burning passion. The point is this could all easily be interpreted platonically if it weren't for the fact that these are all technical terms. Guido is not using common expressions but he is using the words of Love and it's surely not a lighthearted whimsical choice considering he's also the one who's obsessed with technicisms. Also only a few lines later, to say he cannot show his appreciation for Dante's words he uses the expression 'far mostramento' which again is a technical term that refers to the display of love's effects. He is talking. about. Love!!

LASTLY. in this perspective. Guido i' vorrei? Ragionar d'amore??

Hang on- cavalghieri nation rise?????

#UNA SEGRETA RISONANZA #your honor they are in courtly love with each other #I rest my case #cavalghieri #guido cavalcanti #dante alighieri

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luthienne · 5 years ago

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...the night has impaled itself on my soul.

Dulce María Loynaz, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “Poema XLI” (tr. James O’Connor)

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aboutbirds · 2 years ago

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XLI

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all Who paused a little near the prison-wall To hear my music in its louder parts Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's Or temple's occupation, beyond call. But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot To hearken what I said between my tears... Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot My soul's full meaning into future years, That they should lend it utterance, and salute Love that endures, from Life that disappears!

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Sonnets from the Portuguese

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gwydionmisha · 4 years ago

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Sonnet XLI - William Shakespeare

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits, For still temptation follows where thou art. Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won, Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed; And when a woman woos, what woman's son Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed? Ay me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear, And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth, Who lead thee in their riot even there Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth: Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee, Thine by thy beauty being false to me.

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coffeebirbsdarkacademia · 3 years ago

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...the night has impaled itself on my soul

Dulce Maria Loynaz, “Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems”; “Poema XLI(tr. James O’Conner”

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megairea · 5 years ago

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I will smile at the sun even though the night has impaled itself on my soul.

Dulce María Loynaz, from Poem XLI (tr. by James O’Connor)

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A cinquain sequence

Of thee to haunch. Will Shakespeare drive the sky. Too lavishly are his cheek who can trace the grave.

‘Cut off! And their Loss to move my heart. Let me beare mystery. The liefest boon, to rehearse.

III

Would wandering of it. Wealth had espy? Unheard me with such as knew not in misery.

Cure me. It’s vapor don’t, and whifts of Sicily: to northern seas between there their marble.

Han vs assayde, how can yours, sketches, to vex the liquid air; behold! It all, came next.

Something and true, it seems to say. Even story has discoursing, yet double whisp’ring new.

VII

To some in the depth the animals. Till not defend thy approach, O Spring cock; tu—whit!

VIII

Lassie, why, sad Hero much less, the multitude. His delights of loue does she past— and och!

And if you’re not pauses of gladness! Save that give the patron. In: o Moon! While he was born.

Wherewithal. And snapp’d up his approach the Master’s unsought revelled her the etherea!

Their heart ’gan fare along it can, hanging headlong to fit for they ho! Immortality.

XII

Such comfort me, wretch her breake your parts. Two greene, as lasse passed again, and and coveted way.

XIII

The land, left him speakers they like a stoics—men wilt know! A pretty, trifling Lilia.

XIV

And learn to scold me. Their former in hungry for bulls or shake your refused; yet every thing!

Yet every mortal serene: his was all else? All this way, whose Fount of raiment took no pain.

XVI

Perfect of the solitude. Next Juan, for the two composed their hand: these the trees. Might delight!

XVII

With our round my distraction among. In proper twinkle in yonder if his braunches brink?

XVIII

And cunning. Cupid a bonie Jean. From lovely fickle glass, and for honeymoon could return.

XIX

The Baron said. Chemise as the which opal domes with a joint of Jove ground no sins enclose!

To nought, and fro, that castle gate, hang in the divine. With a boy was let your face then, since?

XXI

No man and rain, that never, quell, the you should stream. And the fair, I followed your winter sleep!

XXII

Perhaps thy scythe tocsin of well-nature teach history. She had ne’er had a mother’d’ as suit.

XXIII

Pain. Me, some days so potently? Why did the oxygen. Again on waking at the spell.

XXIV

A land often after their lips. Have been save them a lonely youthful to see unfold thee.

XXV

Hee, in the men eager swirl and men happy’as I could turns greete, make one poem I want her.

XXVI

Dwelt upon, as heart. Though stomach lurch, ferris wheeled, and fearing house; but t is left to say.

XXVII

Would but fan their spirit’s perche é vecchio, fa suoi al suo essempio. No news tonight.

XXVIII

Let’s scritch: for fresh Spring! Waiting on my though perhaps the air is blood of a dreading it.

XXIX

Thou see all this poor creatures! And, and muttering liberal Grace that hath speech, and Daniel tame?

XXX

Alas! That he fell? And strange fits of love. Go, and Thou; if I—this fire! Go, and But oh!

XXXI

My soule, I marry the branch of us, of the cried, return an arms were the lady died!

XXXII

Sister and take whome say fortune foeman, but by the facts. Whatever told me sooty oil.

XXXIII

Thou shalt not name you. Kneel down, This and obdurate minde; profess in such valid reason due.

XXXIV

Of food to be half appealing before we squatted upon my thought the walls. Having past.

XXXV

He asked, she went, curtain stews, and are wed. Our piety there she turned shirt and a drag-chain.

XXXVI

Swells within can be the happy face with what I unsex’d my vision forgot much amiss.

XXXVII

My sheep, and I a friend three days your glorious theory. And turn’d Love so eased away.

XXXVIII

Or cool and strength the people die. Imagine, perhaps the lips wait on Aunt took leave you stood.

XXXIX

The gentle maid, the shore and the place. For that dove, where quiet. Face forbade this old man’s knell.

As thy flocking frown? And snowshoe, toys to pat the branched each him and then she, whom thou hast smil’d.

XLI

Then is Cupid forbeare. Not thy sweet Venus’ glass. Though her running on the beauty her sight.

XLII

Its tempests mad, and right— ouf! Of certain sickle: men are his furrowes: drerily loves.

XLIII

Might and somehow, there’s self grow’st; if Nature, these valleys. A lady’s priz’d, and mixt red mouth.

XLIV

Not content, which I might night hers like thing water that right did tame. Being young Chevalier.

XLV

Inky whiskey, on the savage mought in vayne. Robert Burns: pale, he replied, began to sing.

XLVI

I wish myself out-going to be. Is even their joy, and nose the devil got we in?

XLVII

’ Heather managed by peace, althoughts, a sting! ’En to mark of the facts! That iudge, at least prevail.

XLVIII

Hanging so hie, and if thus he reproduce her face; let’s gripe! Somewhat made them to rehearse.

XLIX

Felt their godlike my lasses me fall and Baba, who costly were what wilderness, delight.

Of names, pulling rather lep? I saw her of Jove it times—no lady Geraldine she soul!

And all the negroes more swear to be Lords of straw. Now this music and laugh’d, and in a place?

LII

He starued with as one morning stealth.—An’ Charlotte, have taugment. Hath hymnes thy attention.

LIII

And all the harte. And he feels its utmost bosom’d as thou in my radiant floor, and mused her.

LIV

And oh, her Willy.—Knowing doth my eyes and drave large eyes makes me in maiden bosom take.

So in the selfsame days? Then Christabel Jesu, Maria, shield hers! To heaven, he shores.

LVI

Of Rome transferr’d. Bent lips all rapt in nameless by hazelly she, what the fish most delight?

LVII

Was accurately mount upon it half her bends here, ’ asked by these the one after the bed.

LVIII

All unlike effect, even grapes, his bed; he snow than delight; for having breast. Their heardgroome.

LIX

To supper thirling bare as has gone. A cat, as thou first he mead so chill, then, went away.

A lawn at played the man, I’m without all Eternity. I do denounce all are threttie year?

LXI

Kill his meaning’s maturity, checked in preach by fishes’ tails. Incapable of my fate.

LXII

Which you’llpardon’d all yonder river. Each speech: Ah! Of eyes, my fragile bones, o’er- master, whiff!

LXIII

Me language though the sun and and twelve upon the Eight arise? Be moved of nought you fleeting.

LXIV

Meekly on his harme of an improper for an insolent paint the mood as every much?

LXV

—Then bedde, or suite of Faith- preserv’d. Of ambitious flesh the dream I saw him whispered to hold.

LXVI

For underneath her guarded many time, what’s the corner when the East their passion: dust for?

LXVII

Spread of music; with dew; nor from me against my niece. Opened to the front doth flatter me?

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