Snow By Ee Cummings

Snow is a difficult poem to read because it doesn’t read. At the point when held up against the unusual wonderful convention, E.E Cummings, snow just looks silly. Entire words are covered up inside of the muddle. They spark like signals on a dark runway. They are not be dealt with as keys to a secret door, but nevertheless something tangible to a cling on to aimed initial confusion: cruising, whisper, fully, FLUTTER,FULLY,IF, end, begin, design, tangle, spangle, come, go, CRINGE, WITH, lilt, of, BIRDS, BECAUSE, AGAIN, mark, able, from, no, into, where, find, are, GLIB, SCACELY, AMONG, FLOWERING are the words that can be chosen entire from the poem. If we are to work off concepts and imagery already antithesis present them. The opposition of