Quotes from E.E. Cummings

but granted that it's nothing paradoxically enough beyond mere personal pride which tends to compel me to decline to admit i've died) seeing your bald intellect collywobbling on its feeble stem is believing science=(2b)?n herr professor m

giving to steal and cruel kind, a heart to fear, to doubt a mind, to differ a disease of same, conform the pinnacle of am though dull were all we taste as bright, bitter all utterly things sweet, maggoty minus and dumb death all we inherit, all bequeath

lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry -the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

let's go said he not too far said she what's too far said he where you are said she

whiter than lilies which are born and cease for being whiter than this world)

O still miraculous May!O shining girl of time untarnished!O small intimate gently primeval hands,frivolous feet divine!O singular and breathless pearl! O indefinable frail ultimate pose! O visible beatitude sweet sweet intolerable!silence immaculate of god's evasive audible great rose!

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

haste ere some thrush with silver several tears complete the perfumed paraphrase of death)

Be of love (a little) more careful than of everything.

The Sky A Silver the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a clutter of trite jewels now like a moth with stumbling wings flutters and flops along the grass collides with trees and houses and finally, butts into the river

whose hand my folded soul shall know while on faint hills do frailly go The peaceful terrors of the snow, and before your dead face which sleeps,a dream shall pass)

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

Ich trage Dein Herz bei mir. Ich trage es in meinem Herzen.

god's terrible face,brighter than a spoon, collects the image of one fatal word; so that my life(which liked the sun and moon) resembles something that has not occurred

the cult of Same is all the chic; by instruments, both span and spic, are justly measured Spic and Span:

loudly for Truth have liars pled, their heels for Freedom slaves will click; where Boobs are holy, poets mad, illustrious punks of Progress shriek; when Souls are outlawed, Hearts are sick, Hearts being sick, Minds nothing can:

i spill my bright incalculable soul

old age sticks up Keep Off signs)& youth yanks them down(old age cries No Tres)&(pas) youth laughs (sing old age scolds Forbid den Stop Must n't Don't &)youth goes right on gr owing old

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

in spite of everything which breathes and moves, since Doom (with white longest hands neatening each crease) will smooth entirely our minds --before leaving my room I turn, and(stooping through the morning)kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit." —E. E. Cummings

the trick of finding what you didn't lose (existing's tricky:but to live's a gift) the teachable imposture of always arriving at the place you never left

ve aÄŸaçlar direnir: aÄŸaçlar direnir. AÄŸaçlar, birden bekleye durur ay?n yüzüne kar??.

the trick of finding what you didn't lose (existing's tricky:but to live's a gift) the teachable imposture of always arriving at the place you never left (and i refer to thinking)rests upon a dismal misconception;namely that some neither ape nor angel called a man is measured by his quote eye cue unquote.