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Monday, April 28, 2014

Source Poems: "[Buffalo Bill's]"

For National Poetry Month 2014, I have invited 17 authors and poets to guest post about source poems. In this series of essays, each writer will describe a single poem's significance in his or her life.

Guest blogger Tim Ward -- a poet and poetry lover here in Baltimore -- is having computer problems. 

I am posting Tim's source poem, even though he was unable to send a post. Tim's choice holds significance for many people -- both poets and laypersons. I invite you to leave a comment about e.e. cummings' "[Buffalo Bill's]" in the hope that, when Tim gets back online, he'll have your feedback on the poem to engage with.


Tim Ward (left), friend, and The Word Pimp
at the Baltimore Book Festival
From Tim:

I had always told my mom I would try to write my stories and poems, so when she died in 2006, I decided to honor my own and her wishes.

In high school, I first became acquainted with e.e. cummings and figured if it was OK to write that like for e.e., then it was a good way for me to begin.

I seem to thrive with short poems of my own grammar, and get lost in longer verses.

[Buffalo Bill 's]
BY E. E. CUMMINGS
Buffalo Bill 's
defunct
                     who used to
                     ride a watersmooth-silver
                                                            stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat

                                                                                                                        Jesus
he was a handsome man
                                                            and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death

From Laura:

How many readers remember the thrill, the drop in your stomach, the first time you read this poem? In poetry, we often talk about the turn, when a poem moves in a new and surprising direction. I think reading "[Buffalo Bill's]" was the first time I really understood the power of a turn.


e.e. cummings
From the Language Arts Place
Please leave a message for Tim or feedback about this poem in the comments.

Watch and listen to a waltz inspired by cummings' poem here:


Previous posts in this series:
Diane Mayr on a haiku by Basho
Shirley Brewer on "The Singers" by Eavan Boland
Renee LaTulippe on "Daddy" by Sylvia Plath