Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring opens her first rose.

e. e. cummings

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they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead

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what if a much of a which of a wind

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An artist, a man, a failure, must proceed.

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May my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if its sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young

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In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame... by e. e. cummings

In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee

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I was too tired to think. I merely felt the town as a unique unreality. What was it? I knew -- the moon's picture of a town. These streets with their houses did not exist, they were but a ludicrous projection of the moon's sumptuous personality. This was a city of Pretend, created by the hypnotism of moonnight. -- Yet when I examined the moon she too seemed but a painting of a moon and the sky in which she lived a fragile echo of color. If I blew hard the whole shy mechanism would collapse gently with a neat soundless crash. I must not, or lose all.

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all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes

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The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song. by e. e. cummings

The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song.

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love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one

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n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s

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dive for dreams or a slogan may topple you (trees are their roots and wind is wind) trust your heart if the seas catch fire (and live by love though the stars walk backward) honour the past but welcome the future (and dance your death away at this wedding) never mind a world with its villains or heroes (for god likes girls and tomorrow and the earth)

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O to be in finland/ now that russia's here) by e. e. cummings

O to be in finland/ now that russia's here)

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guilt is the cause of more marauders than history's most obscene disauders

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for whenever men are right they are not young by e. e. cummings

for whenever men are right they are not young

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A world of made is not a world of born

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