e.e. or E.E.?

In college I was introduced to e.e. cummings and I thought the way he spelled his name was way cool, but

e.e. cummings didn’t necessarily want his name in lower case.

Some critics thought it to be for poetic reasons.

His partner said she thought it was because he was such a modest person and conveyed that periodically

and that there isn’t a reason to spell his name that way regularly.

He was E. E. Cummings, proud son of his father, who died suddenly, tragically in an auto accident.

His mother stood there, blood spurting from her neck, wiping her dress as if wondering where the wetness was coming from

not letting anyone take her anywhere until she approached the body of her husband and said, “Bring a blanket. Cover this man. He was a fine man; show some dignity.”

Then she let them take her to the hospital.

He was that kind of a husband; he was that kind of a man; I guess to E.E. he was that kind of a father.

What’s a kid to do but be proud of Edward Estlin, the name that kind of a father thought of or agreed to?

E. E. was the least he could do and as a father’s son, it is what he was willing to give.