E.E. Cummings Quotes

“may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile”
― E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

“since the thing perhaps is
to eat flowers and not to be afraid”
― E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

“maggie and milly and molly and may"

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea”
― E. E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

“love being such, or such,
the normal corners of your heart
will never guess how much
my wonderful jealousy is dark”
― e.e. cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

“i shall imagine life
is not worth dying,if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain

but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose,roses(you feel
certain)will only smile”
― e.e. cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

“hate blows a bubble of despair into
hugeness world system universe and bang
-fear buries a tomorrow under woe
and up comes yesterday most green and young”
― e.e. cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

“You and I wear the dangerous looseness of doom and find it becoming. Life, for eternal us, is now; and now is much too busy being a little more than everything to seem anything, catastrophic included.”
― E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

“I will not kiss your fucking flag”
― E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

“the hills
like poets put on
purple thought against
the

magnificent clamor of
day
tortured
in gold”
― E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

“May picked up a smooth round stone,
As small as a world and as large as alone.”
― E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

“though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens”
― E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

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　w”
― E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

“annie died the other day

never was there such a lay--
whom,among her dollies,dad
first("don't tell your mother")had”
― E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

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,”
― E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

“تنم را دوست می دارم وقتی با تن توست

چرا که چیزی نو می شود

تنت را دوست دارم، آنچه که می کند دوست دارم

چگونه اش را دوست دارم

حس کردن مهره ها و استخوان هایت

را دوست دارم، و لرزش این نرمی سفت را

و آنچه که می خواهم

دوباره و دوباره و دوباره ببوسم

دوست دارم این و آن تو را ببوسم

دوست دارم کرک های هراسان تنت را

نرم نوازش کنم

و آنچه بر گوشت تنمان می رود به هنگام جدا شدن

و چشم هایمان، که خرده های بزرگ عشقند

و احتمالا لرزش تو را در زیر تنم دوست دارم

که اینهمه تازه است

شعری از ای ای کامینگز، برگردان فرشته وزیری نسب*”
― E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

“i love you much (most beautiful darling) "

“i love you much (most beautiful darling)

more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky

—sunlight and singing welcome your coming

although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess

(except my life) the true time of year—

and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing (or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone’s heart at your each

nearness) everyone certainly would (my
most beautiful darling) believe in nothing but love”
― E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962