E.E. Cummings Quotes

E.E. Cummings


Type: Poet, Painter, Essayist, Author, and Playwright

Born: October 14, 1894, Cambridge, Massachusetts

Died: September 3, 1962 (aged 67), Madison, Ne

Edward Estlin Cummings, known as E. E. Cummings, with the abbreviated form of his name often written by others in lowercase letters as e e cummings, was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. His body of work encompasses approximately 2,900 poems, two autobiographical novels, four plays and several essays, he as well as numerous drawings and paintings. He is remembered as an eminent voice of 20th century English literature.

E.E. Cummings Quotes

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

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense.

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

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...

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

Who can tell truth from falsehood any more?
I say it, and you feel it in your hearts:
no man or woman on this big small earth.
How should our sages miss the mark of life,
and our most skillful players lose the game?
your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me:
because all know, and no one understands.

twice I have lived forever in a smile

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

I 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.

a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long.

to be nobody-but-yourself in a world which is doing its’ best, night and day, to make you just like everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

down with hell and heaven and all the religious fuss
infinity pleased our parents
one inch looks good to us

for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.

I am an i poet.

trust your heart, if the seas catch fire, and live by love though the stars walk backward.

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

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.

listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go

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

life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis

when man determined to destroy
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because

since the thing perhaps is
to eat flowers and not to be afraid

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it's there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

Such was a poet and shall be and is
-who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.

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

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and -
Just tired.
So am I.

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

something genuine like a mark in a toilet, graced with guts and gutted with grace

for whenever men are right they are not young

...remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.

Awake,chaos:we have napped.

there's time for laughing and there's time for crying -
for hoping for despair for peace for longing
- a time for growing and a time for dying:
a night for silence and a day for singing

but more than all(as all your more than eyes
tell me)there is a time for timelessness

O gouvernment francais, I think it was not very clever of You to put this terrible doll in La Ferte; for when Governments are found dead there is always a little doll on top of them, pulling and tweaking with his little hands to get back at the microscopic knife which sticks firmly in the quiet meat of their hearts.

mr youse needn't be so spry
concernin questions arty

each has his tastes but as for i
i likes a certain party

gimme the he-man's solid bliss
for youse ideas i'll match youse

a pretty girl who naked is
is worth a million statues

a pretty girl, who naked is
is worth a million statues

love being such, or such,
the normal corners of your heart
will never guess how much
my wonderful jealousy is dark

deeds cannot dream what dreams can do

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

Anybody can learn to think, or believe, or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel... the moment you feel, you're nobody ― but-yourself ― in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else ― means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.

to hell with literature
we want something redblooded

Only Something In Me Understands The Voice Of Your Eyes Is Deeper Than All Roses. Nobody, Not Even The Rain Has Such Small Hands.

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