it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful 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 use common trying 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-smell agony sight 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-yourself sunday heart 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 mind writing giving 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 determined men life By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison. e. e. cummings assured prison way 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 men boys jesus 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 dare brain thinking nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility e. e. cummings small-hands fragility world O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring. e. e. cummings naughty spring sweet 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 rose sleep lying 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 coffins buttons uncles 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 goal dream sweet 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 miracle alive shining in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems e. e. cummings walks sky night our can'ts were born to happen our mosts have died in more e. e. cummings died born happens 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 wife mean people -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 addresses tomorrow moving
