poetry explication! help!?

Question

for the peom:
"anyone lived in a pretty town"
by E. E. Cummings.

If you want me to type it out, I will
if no one has ever heard or read this poem.
ahahaaha.

But, I am relly lost in this whole explication process so I need help please.
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Omg! Why do people explicate it is pointless well right now it is, maybe because it is my firt time doing it.
And I have a timed right on it tommorow, like I have everyday.
Why did I go though so much for AP!
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Answer 1

interpreting poetry is a tricky business in which I do not engage.

But try looking here: http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1260.html

And, never forget the power of google.

Answer 2

lol I am anyone, you are … ?, the character of the poem is “anyone” and the other characters are noone, someone's, everyone's
It’s about the lives of the residents in a nameless town.
“he sang his didn’t he danced his did” this shows that anyone is a character with full of life but the society doesn’t appreciate anyone “they cared for anyone not at all” so the society don’t live fulfilled lives "they said their nevers they slept their dreams” but anyone and no-one care about each other “no-one loved him more by more” noone is; I think a nonexistent woman. the two other characters someone's and everyone's serve as exact opposites of anyone and noone, they pretend, “[they] laughed their cryings and did their dance” They are also hopeless “They said their nevers and slept their dreams” When noone and anyone die at the end; life goes on as usual “busy folk buried them side by side” No one cared, so life went on as normal. Even in death noone and anyone were better off because they weren’t as self-centered, “and more by more they dream their sleep/no-one and anyone earth by April/wish by spirit and if by yes”

So, I am anyone
Looking for my noone
But someone's and everyone's are hiding my noone.

I hope I was a help

Answer 3

It's a short analysis of a piece of work. No real offense but to HELP you would be OUR interpretaions; not yours.

Steven Wolf