Poem Analysis for "my father moved through dooms of love"

my father moved through dooms of love
Written by ee cummings
Personal Analysis by David Gauthier
my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height

this motionless forgetful where
turned at his glance to shining here;
that if(so timid air is firm)
under his eyes would stir and squirm

newly as from unburied which
floats the first who, his april touch
drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates
woke dreamers to their ghostly roots

and should some why completely weep
my father's fingers brought her sleep:
vainly no smallest voice might cry
for he could feel the mountains grow.

Lifting the valleys of the sea
my father moved through griefs of joy;
praising a forehead called the moon
singing desire into begin

joy was his song and joy so pure
a heart of star by him could steer
and pure so now and now so yes
the wrists of twilight would rejoice

keen as midsummer's keen beyond
conceiving mind of sun will stand,
so strictly(over utmost him
so hugely) stood my father's dream

his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
no hungry man but wished him food;
no cripple wouldn't creep one mile
uphill to only see him smile.

Scorning the Pomp of must and shall
my father moved through dooms of feel;
his anger was as right as rain
his pity was as green as grain

septembering arms of year extend
yes humbly wealth to foe and friend
than he to foolish and to wise
offered immeasurable is

proudly and(by octobering flame
beckoned)as earth will downward climb,
so naked for immortal work
his shoulders marched against the dark

his sorrow was as true as bread:
no liar looked him in the head;
if every friend became his foe
he'd laugh and build a world with snow.

My father moved through theys of we,
singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)

then let men kill which cannot share,
let blood and flesh be mud and mire,
scheming imagine, passion willed,
freedom a drug that's bought and sold

giving to steal and cruel kind,
a heart to fear, to doubt a mind,
to differ a disease of same,
conform the pinnacle of am

though dull were all we taste as bright,
bitter all utterly things sweet,
maggoty minus and dumb death
all we inherit, all bequeath

and nothing quite so least as truth
--i say though hate were why men breathe--
because my Father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all.


This poems seems like a very sad poem because of the fact that it talks about the unhappy things in life such as death and disease. When I looked on why this poem was written, I understood why this is such a dark poem because it was honouring his late father. When his father had died, cummings was told that his father was killed instantly and that his mother had directed people to cover his father even though she was bleeding very heavily before she allowed people to help her. That is why this section, "his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
no hungry man but wished him food;
no cripple wouldn't creep one mile
uphill to only see him smile." is in the poem.

And he was mourning his father’s death.
The way that he uses words in ways that do not follow proper grammar shows that the person in this poem is very sad because they are in the state that they can not speak properly because they are in shock or so sad that grammatical rules are thrown out the window. For example the first two lines, "my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give," show it.
Because of this, I believe that e.e. cummings had a very good relationship with his father to have that level of disrepair and grief when his father died and he showed that he was racked with sorrow and despair because he father, whom he had written other poems to when he was younger, was gone forever.