e. e. cummings: Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: l...

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

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imagine imagination life

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

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ocean inspirational beach

twice I have lived forever in a smile

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forever

I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.

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good-friend cute two

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows

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fate beautiful sweet

I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness

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eye darkness air

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living

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secret heart bird

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

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i-love-you stars spiritual

I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.

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love-you i-like-you beautiful

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .

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voice opposites love

great men burn bridges before they come to them

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burning-bridges bridges men

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.

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nothing-makes-sense best-love love

you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered

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girl spring beautiful

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.

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all-things young glad

A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you're still dreaming but it's slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn't always say 'just wondering' when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there's a hell of a good universe next door, let's go.

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stars real dream

Love is the whole and more than all.

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romance love romantic

The eyes of my eyes are opened.

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eye

Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?

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life-and-death mean people

I am someone who proudly and humbly affirms that love is the mystery-of-mysteries, and that nothing measurable matters 'a very good God damn'; that 'an artist, a man, a failure' is no mere whenfully accreting mechanism, but a givingly eternal complexity-neither some soulless and heartless ultrapredatory infra-animal nor any understandingly knowing and believing and thinking automaton, but a naturally and miraculously whole human being-a feelingly illimitable individual; whose only happiness is to transcend himself, whose every agony is to grow.

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artist animal believe

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

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nature summer spring

Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.