E.E. Cummings: Trending quotes (page 5)

“the mind is its own beautiful prisoner.
Mind looked long at the sticky moon
opening in dusk her new wings

then decently hanged himself, one afternoon.

The last thing he saw was you
naked amid unnaked things…”

“(existing's tricky:but to live's a gift)”

“you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young, whatever life you wear

it will become you; and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.”

“You are my sun,
my moon, and
all my stars.”

“That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.”

“Miracles are to come.
With you I leave a remembrance
of miracles: they are by
somebody who can love
and who shall be continually reborn,
a human being.”

“tommorow is our permanent address
and there they'll scarcely find us(if they do,
we'll move away still further:into now”

“Your homecoming will be my homecoming”

“Tumbling-hair
picker of buttercups
violets
dandelions
And the big bullying daisies
through the field wonderful
with eyes a little sorry
Another comes
also picking flowers”

“love being such, or such,
the normal corners of your heart
will never guess how much
my wonderful jealousy is dark”

“it's no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike. Mostpeople have less in common with ourselves than thesquarerootofminusone. You and I are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.”

“in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems”

“If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.”

“deeds cannot dream what dreams can do”

“down with hell and heaven and all the religious fuss
infinity pleased our parents
one inch looks good to us”

“what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of it's grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?”

“somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence.
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you always open petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose or if it be your wish to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly
as the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries
rendering death and forever with each breathing”

“If 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.”

“Here's to opening and upward…
and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.”