E.E. Cummings Quotes

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“now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened”

“i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body”

“And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]”

“nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”

“great men burn bridges before they come to them”

“i imagine that yes is the only living thing.”

“And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms”

“Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise”

“love is the every only god”

“who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you”

“yes is a pleasant country…
love is a deeper season
than reason”

“Such was a poet and shall be and is
-who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.”

“seeker of truth
follow no path
all paths lead where
truth is here”

“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.”

“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?”

“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.”

“the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy”

“nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility”

“Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.”

“Damn everything but the circus!… The average 'painter' 'sculptor' 'poet' 'composer' 'playwright' is a person who cannot leap through a hoop from the back of a galloping horse, make people laugh with a clown's mouth, orchestrate twenty lions.”

“The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.”

“… and down they forgot as up they grew.”

“i shall imagine life
is not worth dying, if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain

but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose, roses(you feel
certain)will only smile”

“mr youse needn't be so spry
concernin questions arty

each has his tastes but as for i
i likes a certain party

gimme the he-man's solid bliss
for youse ideas i'll match youse

a pretty girl who naked is
is worth a million statues”

“one pierced moment whiter than the rest

-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.”

“The Symbol of all Art is the Prism. The goal is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism into the secret glories it contains.”

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“Nobody loses all the time.”

“An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects”

“Like the burlesk comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement.”

“… A good Book, has no Ending…”

“down with ought with because with every brain that thinks it thinks nor dares to feel.”

“our can'ts were born to happen

our mosts have died in more”

“Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death”

“we're anything brighter than even the sun”