Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people? e. e. cummings More Quotes by e. e. cummings More Quotes From e. e. cummings Peering from some high window; at the gold of November sunset e. e. cummings sunset beautiful night If you like my poems let them e. e. cummings behind-you evening littles If 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive. e. e. cummings funeral alive people a salesman is an it that stinks to please but whether to please itself or someone else makes no more difference than if it sells hate condoms education snakeoil vac uumcleaners terror strawberries democ ra(caveat emptor)cy superfluous hair e. e. cummings differences hate hair hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young e. e. cummings hate blow yesterday Every artist's strictly illimitable country is himself. An artist who plays that country false has committed suicide; and even a good lawyer cannot kill the dead. But a human being who's true to himself - whoever himself may be - is immortal; and all the atomic bombs of all the antiartists in spacetime will never civilize immortality. e. e. cummings artist suicide country who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you e. e. cummings syntax kissing attention the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy e. e. cummings fragments candy moon Time's a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all). e. e. cummings fellows strange giving 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. e. e. cummings moon wings beautiful 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 e. e. cummings ifs-and weed rose love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark e. e. cummings normal dark heart that strictly(and how)scienti fic land of supernod where freedom is compulsory and only man is god. e. e. cummings compulsory land men Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own. e. e. cummings politics wisdom mind What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way. e. e. cummings adages born way The intellectuals' chief cause of anguish are one another's works. Jacques Barzun, 1959 all ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again. e. e. cummings chiefs causes ignorance My advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world - unless you're not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die. e. e. cummings fighting blow people If at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you've written one line of one poem, you'll be very lucky indeed. e. e. cummings fighting feelings years At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks. e. e. cummings father children america Buffalo Bill's e. e. cummings buffalo bills death
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