E.E. Cummings

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

E.E. Cummings

And now you are, and I am, and we're a mystery which will never happen again.

E.E. Cummings

Anybody can learn to think, or believe, or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel... the moment you feel, you're nobody ― but-yourself ― in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else ― means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.

E.E. Cummings

Anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down)spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did Women and men (both little and small)cared for anyone not at all they sowed there isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars brainchildren guessed (but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer)that none loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone's any was all to pheromones married their everyoneslaughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they said their never they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down)one day anyone died I guess (and none stooped to kiss his face)busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleepnoone and anyone earth by priggish by spirit and if by yes. Women and men (both dong and ding)summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain

E.E. Cummings

A politician is an ass upon which everyone has sat except a man

E.E. Cummings

A pretty girl, who naked Isis worth a million statues

E.E. Cummings

As small as a world as large as alone.

E.E. Cummings

Awake, chaos:we have napped.

E.E. Cummings

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.

E.E. Cummings

Deeds cannot dream what dreams can do

E.E. Cummings

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