Quotes from E.E. Cummings

death,as men call him,ends what they call men —but beauty is more now than dying's when

here's to one undiscoverable guess of whose mad skill each world of blood is made (whose fatal songs are moving in the moon

gone are those hugest hours of dark and cold when blood and flesh to inexistence bow (all that was doubtful's certain,timid's bold; old's youthful and reluctant's eager now)

it's only thinking. Your pardon if I err.) i think you will be tired of telling me & my dreams to go to hell

may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple

lovers like rej and lena smile(while looming darkly a kindness of fragrance opens around them)and whisper their joy under entirely the coming quitenotimaginable silenceofsound

Days of Innocence 1 who are you,little i (five or six years old) 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)

may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea

Cummings had in mind creations of this sort when he said, 'The day of the spoken lyric is past. The poem which has at last taken its place does not sing itself; it builds itself, three-dimensionally, gradually, subtly, in the consciousness of the experiencer.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long.

no time agoor else a lifewalking in the darki met christjesus)my heartflopped overand lay stillwhile he passed(asclose as i'm to youyes closermade of nothingexcept loneliness.

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

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.

I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go

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