Selected Poems Quotes

“anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

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

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“love is a deeper season
than reason;
my sweet one”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“-tomorrow is our permanent address

and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do,
we’ll move away still further:into now”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“(existing's tricky:but to live's a gift)”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

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― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“what time is it?its is by every star
a different time,and each most falsely true ...”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“(and from my thighs which shrug and pant
a murdering rain leapingly reaches the
upward singular deepest flower which she
carries in a gesture of her hips)”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“i carry your heart with me”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) Edward Estlin Cummings”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

“i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)”
― E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems