e. e. cummings Quotes About Earth

Quotes about: Earth

• I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.

  e. e. cummings

  Beautiful, I Like You, Love You

• 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 unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

  e. e. cummings

  Dream, Eye, Gay

  E. E. Cummings, Richard Kostelanetz, John M. Rocco (1999). “AnOther E.E. Cummings”, p.182, W. W. Norton & Company

• Spring slattern of seasons
  you have soggy legs
  and a muddy petticoat
  drowsy
  
  is your hair your
  eyes are sticky with
  dream and you have a sloppy body from
  
  being brought to bed of crocuses
  when you sing in your whisky voice
  the grass rises on the head of the earth
  and all the trees are put on edge
  
  spring
  of the excellent jostle of
  thy hips
  and the superior

  e. e. cummings

  Dream, Spring, Eye

• 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

  Life, Sweet, Spring

  E. E. Cummings (1994). “Selected Poems”, p.18, W. W. Norton & Company

• So far as I am concerned, poetry and every other art was and is and forever will be strictly and distinctly a question of individuality... If poetry is your goal, you've got to forget all about punishments and all about rewards and all about self-styled obligations and duties and responsibilities etcetera ad infinitum and remember one thing only: that it's you - nobody else - who determine your destiny and decide your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else... There's the artist's responsibility; and the most awful responsibility on earth.

  e. e. cummings

  Wisdom, Art, Responsibility

• dive for dreams or a slogan may topple you (trees are their roots and wind is wind) trust your heart if the seas catch fire (and live by love though the stars walk backward) honour the past but welcome the future (and dance your death away at this wedding) never mind a world with its villains or heroes (for god likes girls and tomorrow and the earth)

  e. e. cummings

  Girl, Dream, Stars

• 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.

  e. e. cummings

  Heart, Player, Men

• O sweet spontaneous earth

  e. e. cummings

  Sweet, Earth, Spontaneous

  e. e. cummings (2014). “100 Selected Poems”, p.4, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of this night when souls which have forgot frivolity in lowliness,noting the fatal flight of worlds whereto this earth’s a hurled dream down eager avenues of lifelessness consider for how much themselves shall gleam, in the poised radiance of perpetualness. When what’s in velvet beyond doomed thought is like a woman amorous to be known; and man,whose here is alway worse than naught, feels the tremendous yonder for his own— on such a night the sea through her blind miles of crumbling silence seriously smiles

  e. e. cummings

  Dream, Night, Men

• all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes

  e. e. cummings

  Dream, Sleep, Wish

  E. E. Cummings (1959). “100 Selected Poems”, p.74, Grove Press

• O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring.

  e. e. cummings

  Sweet, Spring, Naughty

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