They do not give a shit for wit
The ambiguity of the poet’s feelings toward these boys and girls provides much of the interesting tension of the poem. Cummings was “refined”: a Harvard man with a surprisingly patrician accent (listen below). He obviously gave more than a shit for wit (as the poem itself proves) and more than a fart for art (he was a painter as well as a poet). So does he approve of the boys and girls? Disapprove? Envy them? Take inspiration from them? All of the above?
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