ee cummings quotes
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may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
August 4, 2025 at 6:18 PM
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
A world of made
is not a world of born
is not a world of born
August 4, 2025 at 9:22 AM
A world of made
is not a world of born
is not a world of born
in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems
August 4, 2025 at 1:01 AM
in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems
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
darkly a kindness of fragrance opens around
them)and whisper their joy under entirely the coming
quitenotimaginable silenceofsound
August 3, 2025 at 6:16 PM
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
darkly a kindness of fragrance opens around
them)and whisper their joy under entirely the coming
quitenotimaginable silenceofsound
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
August 3, 2025 at 9:12 AM
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
(a moon swims out of a cloud
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)
August 3, 2025 at 1:01 AM
(a moon swims out of a cloud
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)
Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
August 2, 2025 at 6:15 PM
Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
i shall imagine life
is not worth dying,if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain
but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose,roses(you feel
certain)will only smile
is not worth dying,if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain
but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose,roses(you feel
certain)will only smile
August 2, 2025 at 9:13 AM
i shall imagine life
is not worth dying,if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain
but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose,roses(you feel
certain)will only smile
is not worth dying,if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain
but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose,roses(you feel
certain)will only smile
Because you aren't afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
August 2, 2025 at 12:54 AM
Because you aren't afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
when man determined to destroy
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because
August 1, 2025 at 6:17 PM
when man determined to destroy
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because
Damn everything but the Circus!
August 1, 2025 at 9:17 AM
Damn everything but the Circus!
lady through whose profound and fragile lips
the sweet small clumsy feet of April came
into the ragged meadow of my soul
the sweet small clumsy feet of April came
into the ragged meadow of my soul
August 1, 2025 at 1:02 AM
lady through whose profound and fragile lips
the sweet small clumsy feet of April came
into the ragged meadow of my soul
the sweet small clumsy feet of April came
into the ragged meadow of my soul
The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveller saying 'anywhere but here'.
July 31, 2025 at 6:17 PM
The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveller saying 'anywhere but here'.
(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
July 31, 2025 at 9:17 AM
(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
let it go –– the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise –– let it go it
was sworn to
go
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise –– let it go it
was sworn to
go
July 31, 2025 at 12:56 AM
let it go –– the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise –– let it go it
was sworn to
go
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise –– let it go it
was sworn to
go
love is the whole and more than all
July 30, 2025 at 6:15 PM
love is the whole and more than all
yes is a pleasant country:
if's wintry
(my lovely)
let's open the year
both is the very weather
(not either)
my treasure,
when violets appear
love is a deeper season
than reason;
my sweet one
(and april's where we're)
if's wintry
(my lovely)
let's open the year
both is the very weather
(not either)
my treasure,
when violets appear
love is a deeper season
than reason;
my sweet one
(and april's where we're)
July 30, 2025 at 9:19 AM
yes is a pleasant country:
if's wintry
(my lovely)
let's open the year
both is the very weather
(not either)
my treasure,
when violets appear
love is a deeper season
than reason;
my sweet one
(and april's where we're)
if's wintry
(my lovely)
let's open the year
both is the very weather
(not either)
my treasure,
when violets appear
love is a deeper season
than reason;
my sweet one
(and april's where we're)
If 180 million people want to be undead, that's their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.
July 30, 2025 at 12:56 AM
If 180 million people want to be undead, that's their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.
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
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty
July 29, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty
my love is building a building
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning
of your smile)a skilful uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning
of your smile)a skilful uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)
July 29, 2025 at 9:18 AM
my love is building a building
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning
of your smile)a skilful uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning
of your smile)a skilful uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)
(and down went
my UncleSol
and started a worm farm)
my UncleSol
and started a worm farm)
July 29, 2025 at 1:01 AM
(and down went
my UncleSol
and started a worm farm)
my UncleSol
and started a worm farm)
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
July 28, 2025 at 6:17 PM
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms
stirringofbirds between my arms
July 28, 2025 at 9:18 AM
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms
stirringofbirds between my arms
now i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music)feeling that 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)
more than music)feeling that 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)
July 28, 2025 at 12:59 AM
now i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music)feeling that 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)
more than music)feeling that 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'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
July 27, 2025 at 6:15 PM
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance