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e. e. cummings
Age: 67 †
Born: 1894
Born: October 14
Died: 1962
Died: September 3
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Cambridge
Massachusetts
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Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
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one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any lifted from the no of all nothing human merely being doubt unimaginable You?
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more each particular person is(my love) alive than every world can understand and now you are and i am now and we're a mystery that will never happen again, a miracle which has never happened before and shining this our now must come to then
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Time's a strange fellow more he gives than takes (and he takes all).
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-tomorrow is our permanent address and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do, we’ll move away still further:into now
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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness
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Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves... Honor and love him...do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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The only man, woman, or child who wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors is dead.
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nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility
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What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way.
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Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera.)
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guilt is the cause of more marauders than history's most obscene disauders
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the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings mostpeople are snobs.
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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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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.
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