i know that it was one of will o’ban’s favorites. here is the thread that he started about this time last year. the title of his thread was, “so much depends upon…” this poem had a special, deeper meaning for will during that time of his life.
For me, the Red Wheel Barrow poem in its outer simplicity is sort of a Western haiku in spirit, if you will (although there’s not exactly any seasonal imagery and of course the stricture of a formal meter is abandoned).
The idea that “so much depends upon” an image of the mundane suggests to me a sudden seeing of the world with a new sight, a vital revelation beyond the intellectual. There’s a Japanese literary aesthetic called yūgen that the poem seems to touch on for me.
I confess that e. e. cummings is my all time personal favorite. And yes, most of the anthologies do print the same poems again and again and again… pity, some of his best work is rarely if ever read.