Collected Poems Quotes

“who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
( and if you and I should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves”
― e.e. cummings, Collected Poems

“lady through whose profound and fragile lips
the sweet small clumsy feet of April came

into the ragged meadow of my soul.”
― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems

“-what does it all come down to? love? Love
if you like and i like, for the reason that i
hate people and lean out of this window is love, love
and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love and the reason

that i do not fall into this street is love.”
― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems

“Why according to tomorrow's paper the proletariat will not rise yesterday.”
― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems

“the moon is like a floating silver hell
a song of adolescent ivory.”
― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems

“Querying greys between mouthed houses curl

thirstily. Dead stars stink. dawn. Inane,

the poetic carcass of a girl”
― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems

“here's to one undiscoverable guess
of whose mad skill each world of blood is made
(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon”
― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems

“though wish and world go down,one poem yet shall swim”
― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems

“god's terrible face,brighter than a spoon,
collects the image of one fatal word;
so that my life(which liked the sun and moon)
resembles something that has not occurred”
― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems

“once is never the beginning of
enough, is it”
― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems

“dead says come with me he says(andwhyevernot)into the round well and see the kitten and the penny and the jackknife and the rosebug
and you say Sure you say (like that) sure i'll come with you you say for i like kittens i do and jackknives i do and pennies i do and rosebugs i do”
― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems