99th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 99th Virtual Poetry Circle!

We’re getting down to the 100th Virtual Poetry Circle and it is likely to coincide with my 4th blogiversary next month, so I’m soliciting suggestions for a grand giveaway.

Please leave your suggestions along with your impressions of today’s poem in the comments.

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Also, sign up for the 2011 Fearless Poetry Reading Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry.  Please contribute to the growing list of 2011 Indie Lit Award Poetry Suggestions, visit the stops on the National Poetry Month Blog Tour from April.

You may have missed my Facebook and Twitter posts about the latest poetry discovery.  But today’s poem from E.E. Cummings is that poem recently discovered among some archived letters of The Dial.  I’m providing a snippet of the poem here, but to read the full poem, click on the link above.

in nigger

the snow is perfectly falling,

the noiselessly snow is
sexually fingering the utterly asleep


Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let’s have a great discussion…pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.

I’ve you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles. It’s never too late to join the discussion.


  1. The last lines certainly create an interesting image. I like how he makes the falling snow sensual and sexual. Definitely creative.
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  2. This was a powerful poem. I kind of get the inner meaning, but I’m still mulling it over. It’s really amazing that this poem was discovered!

    I’m going to subscribe to the comments so I can come back and see what others say. 🙂
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    • I’m not exactly sure what Cummings is trying to say in this poem, but there is a stark contrast created between the Black people of the neighborhood and the filth of the streets and houses with the white and clean snow. This contrast seems to highlight the differences between the races that are so often pointed out in conversation and interaction, but Cummings seems to also be pointing out that God sees us all the same as He calls off the “last day.”