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100 Selected Poems QUOTES

100 Selected Poems QUOTES

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

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

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

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

3 " for every mile the feet go
the heart goes nine "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

4 " i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any---lifted from the no
of all nothing---human merely being
doubt unimaginably You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened) "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

5 " For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It's always our self we find in the sea. "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

6 " Love is the whole and more than all. "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

7 " Nobody loses all the time. "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

8 " the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs. "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

9 " somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

10 " What if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave,
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you? "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

11 " O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

beauty . how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover


thou answerest




them only with


spring) "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

12 " god's terrible face brighter than a spoon
collects the image of one fatal word;
so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon)
resembles something that has not occurred:
i am a birdcage without any bird
a collar looking for a dog a kiss
without lips;a prayer lacking any knees
but something beats within my shirt to prove
he is undead who living noone is.
I have never loved you dear as now i love. "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

13 " my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

14 " if i

or anybody don't
know where it her his

my next meal's coming from
i say to hell with that
that doesn't matter (and if

he she it or everybody gets a
bellyful without
lifting my finger i say to hell
with that i

say that doesn't matter) but
if somebody
or you are beautiful or
deep or generous what
i say is

whistle that
sing that yell that spell
that out big (bigger than cosmic
rays w ar earthquakes famine or the ex

prince of whoses diving into
a whatses to rescue miss nobody's
probably handbag) because i say that's not

swell (get me) babe not (understand me) lousy
kid that's something else my sweet (i feel that's

true) "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

15 " i St
ep

into the not
merely immeasurable into
the mightily alive the
dear beautiful eternal night "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

16 " when god lets my body be

From each brave eye shall sprout a tree
fruit that dangles therefrom

the purpled world will dance upon
Between my lips which did sing

a rose shall beget the spring
that maidens whom passion wastes

will lay between their little breasts
My strong fingers beneath the snow

Into strenuous birds shall go
my love walking in the grass

their wings will touch with her face
and all the while shall my heart be

With the bulge and nuzzle of the sea "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

17 " ...we're a mystery which will never happen again, a miracle which has never happened before... "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

18 " Accept all happiness from me.

Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird

sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

in the lost lands "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

19 " how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any–lifted from the no of all nothing–human merely being doubt unimaginable You? "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems

20 " tomorrow is our permanent address "

― E.E. Cummings , 100 Selected Poems