E. E. Cummings Quotes

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A distinct throat. Which breathes. A head: small, smaller than a flower. With eyes and with lips. Lips more slender than light; a smile how carefully and slowly made, a smile made entirely of dream. Eyes deeper than Spring. Eyes darker than Spring, more new... These, these are the further miracles... the breasts. Thighs. The All which is beyond comprehension — the All which is perpetually discovered, yet undiscovered: sexual, sweet, Alive!

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Very luckily for you and me, the uncivilized sun mysteriously shines on "good" and "bad" alike. He is an artist.

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Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough

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

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I thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

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Always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves.

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All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

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I carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

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Unless statistics lie he was
more brave than me: more blond than you.

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Time's a strange fellow;
more he gives than takes
(and he takes all)

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Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.

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They flock and they flee through the thunder of seem
though the stars in their silence
say Be.

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(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

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What if a much of which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry.

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Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence.

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Yes is a pleasant country…
love is a deeper season
than reason

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It's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

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Unlove's the heavenless hell and the homeless home

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Here life is, moves; faintly. A wrist. The faint throb of blood, precise, miraculous... And they talk of dying! The blood delicately descending and ascending: making an arm. Being an arm. The warm flesh, the dim slender flesh filled with life, slenderer than a miracle, frailer... These are the shoulders through which fell the world. The dangerous shoulders of Eve, in god's entire garden newly strolling.

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Hugest whole creation may be less
incalculable than a single kiss

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Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own.

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That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.

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Things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

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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

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

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