Quotes About E.E. Cummings

Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can love and who shall be continually reborn, a human being.

love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark

Awake,chaos:we have napped.

Like the burlesque comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement.

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

a politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man

it's spring and the goat-footed balloonMan whistles far and wee

Because of his unusual way of handling language, Cummings had to travel a long road from the time his early books were ridiculed for their eccentricity to the point at which, with Robert Frost, he was one of the two most popular poets in America.

Why according to tomorrow's paper the proletariat will not rise yesterday.

the blond absence of any program except last and always and first to live makes unimportant what i and you believe;

a noone who,till their and your returning, spends the forever of his loneliness dreaming their eyes have opened to your morning

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

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

I do not love to garden. I love other people's gardens, and I like cut flowers. I have Astroturf and a whole lot of high-quality plastic flowers stuck in the dirt of our front yard. These are quite a lovely sight and bring to mind many e. e. cummings poems. People used to give me potted plants and trees, and what happened to them is really too horrible to go into here.

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

Next to of course god America i / love you land of the pilgrims and so forth oh

Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can love and who shall be continually reborn, a human being.

I really love poetry. I'm a big E.E. Cummings fan and a big Walt Whitman fan, and I have a big book of poetry.

That summer of 1928, Robert was also reading the 1922 novel The Enormous Room, an account by e. e. cummings of his four-month incarceration in a French wartime prison camp. He loved cummings' notion that a man stripped of all his possessions can nevertheless find personal freedom in the most spartan of surroundings. The story would take on a new meaning for him after 1954.

unlove's the heavenless hell and homeless home . . . lovers alone wear sunlight.

wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.

Seeming's enough for slaves of space and time - ours is the now and here of freedom. Come.