Young Estlin Cummings’ “Wild West Show”


From a collection of E. E. Cummings’s early letters, writings, and drawings, together with family portraits by Charles Sydney Hopkinson, displayed in the summer of 2013 by Massachusetts Historical Society’s Treasures Gallery at their 1154 Boylston Street headquarters in Boston.

Estlin Cummings “Wild West Show” featured a selection of E.E. Cummings’s childhood writings and drawings, showcasing the young poet’s earliest experiments with words and illustrations. Drawings and paintings include ink blots, watercolors, and sketches in pen and pencil of cowboys and Indians, boats, the “world’s tallest tower,” wild west shows, hunting expeditions, locomotives, zoos, circuses, elephants, and house plans.


NHPR Audio Postcard: E.E. Cummings at Silver Lake

Audio Postcard: A Celebration of E.E. Cummings

E.E. Cummings is one of the most beloved modern American poets. But he was also an enthusiastic painter, and his favorite subjects included landscapes from his summer home at Joy Farm in Silver Lake, New Hampshire. Word of Mouth Producer Molly Donahue brings us this audio postcard from a weekend celebration of Cummings’ legacy. Click here to listen. And here is an E.E. Cummings poem for your day.

Graves for Famous Folks–E.E. Cummings

Edward Estlin Cummings (1894-1962) , the American poet, author and artist, E.E. Cummings, died at Joy Farm in Silver Lake, New Hampshire and is buried in the Forest Hills Cemetery, Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts. EECummingsGrave The Boston Magazine, November 1991 humorously provided the following epitaph:

e.e.cummings (1894-1962 forest hills cemetary, Jamaica plain

moRe famous for fooLing with punCtuaTion and Grammar thaN for his pOems This cambriDge-bOrn writer became one of tHe most reSPected literaRy vOiCeS of hiS generation

E.E. Cummings’ poem about Joy Farm



perished have safe small
facts of hilltop
(barn house wellsweep
forest & clearing)
gone are enormous
near far silent
truths of mountain
(strolling is there here
everywhere fairyair
feelable heavenless
warm sweet mistfully
whispering rainlife)
infinite also
ourselves exist sans
shallbe or was
(laws clocks fears hopes
beliefs compulsions
doubts & corners)
worlds are to dream now
dreams are to breathe

E.E. Cummings (CP 755)