E. E. Cummings Quotes

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Because it's Spring thingS dare to do people (& not the other way round)because it 's A pril Lives lead their own persons(in stead of everybodyelse's)but what's wholly marvellous my Darling is that you & i are more than you & i(be ca us e It's we)

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Peering from some high window; at the gold of November sunset
(and feeling that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way).

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All nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live

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God's terrible face brighter than a spoon collects the image of one fatal word;so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon)resembles something that has not occurred:i am a birdcage without any bird a collar looking for a dog a kisswithout lips;a prayer lacking any kneesbut something beats within my shirt to provehe is undead who living noone is.I have never loved you dear as now i love.

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The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.

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It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.

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One day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

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What if a much of a 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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Someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers they slept their dream

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My
mother hoped that

i would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could

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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.

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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.

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