We had my friend Soma to tea today before we went over to the Cemetery for the E. E. Cummings reading. He gets sort of a bad rap from a lot of younger contemporary poets, I've heard, but I still think he's worth a read. He's one the of the first poets I read, which I'm sure is true for a lot of people. In school we read a lot of his dainty, whimsical poems, but I'll never forget Mrs. Streibich reading "I sing of Olaf glad and big" back in 11th grade.
I often walk by his grave in the Cemetery when I'm walking the dog. I'm slowly reading his collected poems. There's a lot in there. I don't think he'll ever fade into obscurity.
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