Quotes from E.E. Cummings

sunlight is (life and day are)only loaned:whereas night is given(night and death and the rain are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)

a pretty girl, who naked is is worth a million statues

I am an i poet.

It is always ourselves we find in the seas.

when god lets my body be From each brave eye shall sprout a tree fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon Between my lips which did sing a rose shall beget the spring that maidens whom passion wastes will lay between their little breasts My strong fingers beneath the snow Into strenuous birds shall go my love walking in the grass their wings will touch with her face and all the while shall my heart be With the bulge and nuzzle of the sea

wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry -the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelid's 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

Noone beautiful ever hurries.

It takes three to make a child.

May picked up a smooth round stone, As small as a world and as large as alone.

we're a mystery which will never happen again, a miracle which has never happened before...

When to me you leap and I'm born we 're sunlight of oneness.

When skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man.

what if a much of a which of a wind

i St ep into the not merely immeasurable into the mightily alive the dear beautiful eternal night

though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

Only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses. Nobody, not even the rain has such small hands.

nothing" the unjust man complained "is just" ("or un-" the just rejoined.

i charge laughing. Into the hair-thin tints of yellow dawn, into the women-coloured twilight

It takes two to be serious

Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.)Touch you, that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite ease the poem which i do not write.

and what I want to know is how do you like your blue-eyed boy

along the brittle treacherous bright streets of memory comes my heart,singing like an idiot,whispering like a drunken man

something genuine like a mark in a toilet, graced with guts and gutted with grace