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
twice I have lived forever in a smile
Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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.
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
It takes three to make a child.
The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
guilt is the cause of more marauders than history's most obscene disauders
things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision
Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.
To be 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. As for expressing nobody-but-yourself in words, that means working just a little harder than anybody who isn't a poet can possibly imagine. Why? Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the time - and whenever we do it, we're not poets.
great men burn bridges before they come to them
Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.
You and I are more than you and I because it's we.