All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again. e. e. cummings More Quotes by e. e. cummings More Quotes From e. e. cummings 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. e. e. cummings usecommontrying my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex -ecute strides of cobalt nevertheless i feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming something a little different, in fact myself hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings e. e. cummings taste-and-smellagonysight may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile e. e. cummings love-yourselfsundayheart XVII Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.)Touch you,that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which i do not write. e. e. cummings mindwritinggiving That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies. e. e. cummings dies when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because. e. e. cummings determinedmenlife By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison. e. e. cummings assuredprisonway 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 e. e. cummings menboysjesus Let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid down with ought with because with every brain which thinks it thinks, nor dares to feel. e. e. cummings darebrainthinking nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility e. e. cummings small-handsfragilityworld O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring. e. e. cummings naughtyspringsweet one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep. e. e. cummings rosesleeplying i remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my uncle Sol and started a worm farm) e. e. cummings coffinsbuttonsuncles in time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream, remember so(forgetting seem) in time of roses(who amaze our now and here with paradise) forgetting if,remember yes in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek(forgetting find) and in a mystery to be (when time from time shall set us free) forgetting me,remember me e. e. cummings goaldreamsweet The courage to receive time's mightiest dream. e. e. cummings dream more each particular person is(my love) alive than every world can understand and now you are and i am now and we're a mystery that will never happen again, a miracle which has never happened before and shining this our now must come to then e. e. cummings miraclealiveshining in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems e. e. cummings walksskynight our can'ts were born to happen our mosts have died in more e. e. cummings diedbornhappens Take the so-called standard of living. What do most people mean by "living"? They don’t mean living. They mean the latest and closest plural approximation to singular prenatal passivity which science, in its finite but unbounded wisdom, has succeeded in selling their wives. e. e. cummings wifemeanpeople -tomorrow is our permanent address and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do, we’ll move away still further:into now e. e. cummings addressestomorrowmoving
