I've been a fan of e.e.cummings' poetry since I was a teenager. I wasted a lot of paper back then trying to write like him. Every now and then, I find myself dipping back into the two anthologies I own - selected poems 1923-1958 and 73 poems - and rediscovering a few more gems, or reading old favourites in new ways. Was up to that biz recently when I was working with Literature students on e.e.cummings' work and, must admit, I like them more than ever.
A couple of years back, just as the Snowing and Greening of Thomas Passmore was going to print, I came across Now i lay(with everywhere around) and thought it would've made a great epigraph if the book needed one, although it was too late to include it anyway.
