Buffalo Bill Est Poem by Michael Walker
Buffalo Bill Est
Buffalo Bill est
mort
qui montait
un etalon
d'argentplatcommel'eau
et cassait undeuxtroisquatrecinqpigeonsjustecommeca
Mon Jesus
il etait beau
et ce que je veux savoir c'est
comment aimez-vous votre gallard aux yeux bleus
Monsieur Mort
- 'Buffalo Bill's' E.E.Cummings. 1923.
Monday, April 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It was logical to move from C. Bukowski to E.E. Cummings, who also uses almost no capital letters and minimal punctuation, in very free verse. Cummings uses line indentation, typical of open form, while Bukowski keeps to the left margin.To join nine words together, in 'Buffalo Bill'is quite daring. I have Cummings' exact punctuation-no final question mark.
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