O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring. — 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… — 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
So, when kiss Spring comes we'll kiss each kiss other on kiss the kiss lips because tic clocks tock don't make a… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't… — 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
And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
“Spring is like a perhaps hand Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people… — E. E. Cummings Copy Share Image
“sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love (all the merry… — E. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Spring slattern of seasons you have soggy legs and a muddy petticoat drowsy is your hair your eyes are sticky with dream… — 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
