Quotes from E.E. Cummings

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows

our can'ts were born to happen our mosts have died in more

we're anything brighter than even the sun

hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young

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.

Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death

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

Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.

in a middle of a room stands a suicide sniffing a Paper rose smiling to a self somewhere it is Spring and sometimes people are in real:imagine somewhere real flowers,but I can't imagine real flowers for if I could,they would somehow not Be real (so he smiles smiling)but I will not everywhere be real to you in a moment The is blond with small hands & everything is easier than I had guessed everything would be;even remembering the way who looked at whom first,anyhow dancing

As small as a world as large as alone.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

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

O sweet spontaneous earth

notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening

for whenever men are right they are not young

You and I wear the dangerous looseness of doom and find it becoming. Life, for eternal us, is now; and now is much too busy being a little more than everything to seem anything, catastrophic included.

suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

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 the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) Edward Estlin Cummings

and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)

Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt...

I will not kiss your fucking flag

Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?

O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee , has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty . how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true to the incomparable couch of death thy rhythmic lover thou answerest them only with spring)