E. E. Cummings - Life Quotes

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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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Life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis

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You shall above all things be glad and young For if you're young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever's living will yourself become.

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I who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth

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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

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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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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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Who can tell truth from falsehood any more? I say it, and you feel it in your hearts: no man or woman on this big small earth. How should our sages miss the mark of life, and our most skillful players lose the game? your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me: because all know, and no one understands.

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Pity this busy monster, manunkind, not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond) plays with the bigness of his littleness

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A great
man
is
gone. Tall as the truth was who; and
wore his
… life
like a …
sky.

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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.
Does this sound dismal? It isn't.
It's the most wonderful life on earth.
Or so I feel.

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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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