e. e. cummings
e. e. cummings
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, as well as numerous drawings and paintings. He is remembered as an eminent voice of 20th century English literature...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth14 October 1894
CityCambridge, MA
CountryUnited States of America
The sensual mysticism of entire vertical being.
Nothing recedes like progress.
all nothing's only our hugest home; the most who die, the more we live
someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then) they said their nevers they slept their dream
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did.
one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was
worms are the words but joy's the voice
Buffalo Bill's defunct
Spring is like a perhaps hand
And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air...
The only man, woman, or child who ever wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors is dead.
they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead
my mother hoped that i would die etcetera bravely of course my father used to become hoarse talking about how it was a privilege and if only he could
hopes dance best on bald men's hair