The E. E. Cummings poem in this article is actually what most caught my eye. At first I thought it was so awkward and stilted that I assumed it was the output o

The E. E. Cummings poem in this article is actually what most caught my eye. At first I thought it was so awkward and stilted that I assumed it was the output of their generator. I quickly realized that it wasn't, and decided to read it closer, but I couldn't quite puzzle out what Cummings was talking about. I read the first stanza over and over again trying to figure it out: "Wait, who does he mean here? Are the second and third lines a question or a statement? Why is the last line such an apparent non-sequitur?" And then, just for a second, I stopped paying attention to the grammar and started paying attention to the words, and I realized that very stanza was mocking me for what I was doing. It was a masterfully laid trap for the analytical mind. The whole poem fell into place after that.