what if a much of a which of a wind gives the truth to summer's lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people? — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
If you like my poems let them walk in the evening, a little behind you — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Peering from some high window; at the gold of November sunset (and feeling that if day has to become night this is… — 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
May my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if its sunday may i be wrong for… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
If at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you've written one… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
my mother hoped that i would die etcetera bravely of course my father used to become hoarse talking about how it was… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have one. It will not be a pansy heaven or a fragile heaven… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
So far as I am concerned, poetry and every other art was and is and forever will be strictly and distinctly a… — 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
