Wednesday, 29 December 2010

A Pretty Who Town?

Such a great picture.
 I found it here.

In the spirit of getting to know the anonymity behind the blog, I figured I'd explain why 'A Pretty How Town' is the title of my blog - in case you hadn't guessed already.

As I mention in my profile, I love e.e.cummings; he is my favourite poet ever (even more so than Shakespeare and Christina Rossetti). I'm an English student so words and literature mean the world to me, and poetry in particular strikes a chord.

My favourite e.e.cummings poem is 'anyone lived in a pretty how town', explaining both the web address ( and the title itself.

It took every modicum of willpower I have not to include my in-depth, word-for-word analysis of this incredible poem, but I resisted and so here it is, on its own, in all its beautiful, innocent, spine-tingling glory:

anyone lived in a pretty how town
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.

Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
with by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain 

Now my conscience can rest at ease knowing I've included a wee bit of literature in amongst all the other pretty things.

Ciao for now,


  1. okay, so I'm pretty into poetry, though admittedly, i don't know much about prominent figures or their work, and I loved this poem! Thanks so much for posting and giving us a little background info on this bloggy blog :)

  2. ahhh i'm glad you like it; i love when i come across something like this in my studies, brightens my day.