“...for life's not a paragraph/ and death, i think, is no parenthesis.” — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Take the so-called standard of living. What do most people mean by "living"? They don’t mean living. They mean the latest and… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
There are certain things in which one is unable to believe for the simple reason that he never ceases to feel them.… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
“when serpents bargain for the right to squirm and the sun strikes to gain a living wage - when thorns regard their… — E. E. Cummings Copy Share Image
Your poems are rather hard to understand, whereas your paintings are so easy. Easy? Of course - you paint flowers and girls… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
I would rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach 10,000 stars how not to dance. — e. e. cummings Copy Share
“I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance” — e. e. cummings Copy Share
The intellectuals' chief cause of anguish are one another's works. Jacques Barzun, 1959 all ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again. — e. e. cummings Copy Share
The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective… — e. e. cummings Copy Share
So far as I am concerned, poetry and every other art was and is and forever will be strictly and distinctly a question of… — e. e. cummings Copy Share
Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain — e. e. cummings Copy Share
wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady… — e. e. cummings Copy Share
one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and… — e. e. cummings Copy Share
“sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love (all the merry little birds… — E. e. cummings Copy Share
