If you like my poems let them walk in the evening, a little behind you — 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… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
O gouvernment francais, I think it was not very clever of You to put this terrible doll in La Ferte; for when… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another's, and your… — 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
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and… — 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
