As I about to leave my friend gave me a copy of E.E. Cummings' work simply titled 100 Poems and on my return to Dublin I became obsessed with this collection and read it over and over (and to my friends insofar as you read Cummings aloud and for as long as they could tolerate my enthusiasm for it). It certainly acted as a very distinct counterpoint to the trials of studying advanced physics, especially as my final exams approached. Perhaps now, looking back, I can see how the cryptic, puzzle-making technique Cummings used so often - even in apparently straightforward pieces - attracted a science-minded acolyte such as myself, albeit tuned then to a totally different subject.
Recovering 100 Poems from my bookshelf now, I see that it is the most thumbed and battered poetry collection among all the others, sellotape keeping the spine - just about - intact. I was reminded of it again when I stumbled across this close reading of a poem by Cummings on youtube recently by someone using the (very apt) moniker nerdwriter1. It's a highly insightful piece and I particular enjoyed his examination of the use of parenthesis in Cummings' work (a very nerdy point in itself!).Oddly, seeking out 100 Poems today, I realised I haven't read Cummings for quite some time so thanks to this piece, was excited to revisit it.
So here is nerdwriter1's sharp-nosed analysis of 'i carry your heart', with audio from the poet himself: