E. E. Cummings’s erotic poems and drawings gathered in a single volume.
Many years ago the prodigious and famously prolific E. E. Cummings sat in his study writing and thinking about sex. His private brooding gave way to poems and drawings of sexual and romantic love that delight and provoke. Here, collected for this first time in a single volume, are those erotic poems and sketches, culled from Cummings’s original manuscripts by the distinguished editor George James Firmage.
may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
Points Off for Lack of ToC and the Ridiculous Drawings
I had a hard time trying to decide how to rate this, but in the end it was fun and far less uptight feeling than other collections of poetry I’ve read, so I’ve got to give it a pick. The poetry was funny, intriguing, and thought provoking in turns, including one poem that is 100% about driving a car and yet still 100% about sex. For that poem alone I have to make this a pick.
The drawings are ridiculous. I easily could have done without them. They really distracted from the poetry, mostly because they make no sense. Some of them look like someone whose never had or seen sex was trying to draw what it might look like. Others look like drawings done by a child who is trying to figure out what he just walked in on mommy and daddy doing. Two bodies, three heads, five legs, 4 arms (but 3 of them are going in the same direction), no one’s quite sure what’s happening, and that’s just one of picture.
Absolutely no ToC, just 72 pages of “Begin Reading” so going back to reread poems means I’ve either already highlighted it or I’m going to have to page through until I find it. Not ideal.