Time's a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
When god decided to invent everything he took one reath bigger than a circustent and everything began — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any lifted from the no of all nothing human merely being doubt unimaginable You? — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Writingis an art; and artistsare human beings. As a human being stands, so a human being is — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
The Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
seeming's enough for slaves of space and time ours is the now and here of freedom . Come — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
that strictly(and how)scienti fic land of supernod where freedom is compulsory and only man is god. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else. — 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 Image
“I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance” — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
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 Image
“...for life's not a paragraph/ and death, i think, is no parenthesis.” — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
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 Image
All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again. — 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 question of… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
