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If by E.E. Cummings
Transcript of If by E.E. Cummings
by E.E Cummings If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,--
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I. If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you. If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,--
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we Analysis of “If” by E.E. Cummings:
The poem “If” by E.E. Cummings is about the author’s personal expressions and opinions about life as it is. He states that while life would be grand without the many things that are considered bad (such as measles and fears), life wouldn’t be the same and that he would rather be happy in an ugly world than sad in a perfect one. This poem also relates to love and relationships. He states in his poem again, that if the world wasn’t as it is, than love wouldn’t exist because it wouldn’t be the same world. My first impressions of this poem were thoughtful. This poem had me consider another perspective on bad things that happen in life; because if it weren’t for the bad things, than good things wouldn’t exist or wouldn’t seem as spectacular as they can. I also thought about how the poem says we should love ourselves and who we are. The poems states, “If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would be delight,-- But things couldn't go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I.”. I believe in that section of the poem, the author is saying that if the world were any different, then he wouldn’t be the person he is, and that would be a great sorrow. the two cats represent the theme of "If". For example, the black cat is black in a white surrounding however, the cat is completely opposite (white) in an opposite (black) surrounding. The poem and the picture both represent the belief that, the world around us that shapes who we are. this photo also represents the belief that if the world around us was perfect we would not be who we are and would therefor be unhappy. My Relative Poem A Bird of Bland Feathers- A Children’s Poem
By Chris Wotherspoon One day, a bird of bland, grey feathers,
felt inferior to all the others.
He didn’t like his suit of ashes
and wished he had a suit of sashes,
of colours of patterns, of spots, and of lines.
If only, if only, he wished many times. So he went to see the wise old Owl
whom lived in a tree of rot and of foul,
who could teach a mole to sing a song,
and would never lead his pupils wrong
The Bird, of grey and dingy feathers,
believed the Owl could make him better,
believed he could make him as good as the rest
one, of feathers, worthy of bless. And so the Bird arrived at the tree,
and he felt as nervous as nervous can be.
While he waited, he sung a sweet tune
but quickly stopped once the Owl came through.
The Owl perched beside the Bird,
and waited there until he heard,
a quivering voice at his side,
that asked to be beautiful,
and he replied; “Why? What for? You look fine to me.”
“I’m grey and dingy, can’t you see?
I want to be special, I want to be better!”
“Well that’s easy, just take out your feathers!"
It seemed easy enough, and without pause,
he took out his feathers with his small yellow claws.
He plucked and dropped them to the world below
and watched them sway to and fro. He now was different. He now was special,
but when he tried to fly, he felt like metal.
When he tried to fly, he could only fly down.
He had been duped, and thumped to the ground.
Well not quite a thump, for there was something there,
It was soft, it was thick, it was something like hair.
He looked at his freshly plucked feathers all around
which had protected him from the cold, hard ground. “That was unkind, a terrible trick!
I could have been killed! You make me sick”
The Bird had called up, and with a confident eye,
the Owl looked down and replied, “Take from this lesson what you bid,
But those feathers saved you, that, they did.
They make you, who you are today,
They make you, you in a wonderful way”
“And though your feathers aren’t up to par,
Your beautiful calls certainly are!
So put on your feathers, and don’t be shy,
go on and sing, go on and fly” The Bird took off with wings of grey
and pride, and song that is to say.
He felt good, he felt great, and completely unique,
he felt special and nevermore did he feel bleak. THE END