Art of Words

E.E Cummings

“The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying 'anywhere but here'.” 

― E.E. Cummings

“To be nobody but 

yourself in a world 

which is doing its best day and night to make you like 

everybody else means to fight the hardest battle 

which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” 

― E.E. Cummings

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)” 

― E.E. Cummings

 thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

-E.E Cummings

“Unbeing dead isn't being alive.” 

― E.E. Cummings

“I will take the sun in my mouth

and leap into the ripe air 

Alive 

with closed eyes

to dash against darkness” 

― E.E. Cummings, Poems, 1923-1954

“Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.” 

― E.E. Cummings

“Lovers alone wear sunlight.” 

― E.E. Cummings

“and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you” 

― E.E. Cummings

“i like my body when it is with your

body. It is so quite new a thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

i like your body. i like what it does,

i like its hows. i like to feel the spine

of your body and its bones, and the trembling

-firm-smooth ness and which i will

again and again and again

kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,

i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz

of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes

over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new.” 

― E.E. Cummings

“I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing 

than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance” 

― E.E. Cummings

“since feeling is first

who pays any attention

to the syntax of things

will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool

while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,

and kisses are a far better fate

than wisdom

lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry

--the best gesture of my brain is less than

your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for eachother: then

laugh, leaning back in my arms

for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis” 

― E.E. Cummings

“The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.” 

― E.E. Cummings

“Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star...” 

― E.E. Cummings

“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

“The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.” 

― E.E. Cummings

“may came home with a smooth round stone

as small as a world and as large as alone.” 

― E.E. Cummings

“life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis” 

― E.E. Cummings