If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
a poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of… — 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
Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
My advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the… — 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
