Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go. e. e. cummings More Quotes by e. e. cummings More Quotes From e. e. cummings So far as I am concerned, poetry and every other art was, is, and forever will be strictly and distinctly a question of individuality. e. e. cummings individuality forever art O sweet spontaneous earth e. e. cummings spontaneous earth sweet since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for eachother: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis e. e. cummings fate flower spring Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera.) e. e. cummings your-smile eye dream When skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man e. e. cummings ocean sky men Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink. e. e. cummings pawns humanity love We can never be born enough. e. e. cummings born enough Nobody loses all the time. e. e. cummings loses There is no music unless the drum and the drummer are one. e. e. cummings drummer Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves. e. e. cummings picks flower spring (and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips) e. e. cummings gestures flower rain And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air. e. e. cummings spring beauty men Spring is like a perhaps hand e. e. cummings hope spring hands 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 e. e. cummings party girl men And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms e. e. cummings your-smile arms bird Treat a man like dirt-he produces flowers. e. e. cummings dirt flower men Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable. e. e. cummings art-is mystery art may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. e. e. cummings home world travel Equality is what does not exist among mortals. e. e. cummings mortals doe work things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision e. e. cummings fragility indecision mind
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