e. e. cummings Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

  e. e. cummings

  Love, Eye, Small Hands

  W (1931) "somewhere I have never travelled"

• I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness

  e. e. cummings

  Eye, Air, Darkness

  E. E. Cummings (1996). “Tulips and Chimneys”, p.64, W. W. Norton & Company

• the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

  e. e. cummings

  Inspirational, Eye, Small Hands

  W (1931) "somewhere I have never travelled"

• The eyes of my eyes are opened.

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  Eye

  E. E. Cummings (1994). “Selected Poems”, p.167, W. W. Norton & Company

• somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

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  Eye, Silence, Gestures

  E. E. Cummings (1997). “ViVa”, p.57, W. W. Norton & Company

• It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.

  e. e. cummings

  Spring, Fall, 4th Of July

  E. E. Cummings (1996). “Is 5”, p.11, W. W. Norton & Company

• 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)

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  Dream, Eye, Gay

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

• Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers

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  Bullying, Sorry, Flower

  E. E. Cummings (1996). “Tulips and Chimneys”, p.30, W. W. Norton & Company

• if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
  one. It will not be a pansy heaven or
  a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
  it will be a heaven of blackred roses
  my father will be(deep like a rose
  tall like a rose)
  standing near my
  swaying over her
  (silent)
  with eyes which are really petals and see
  nothing with the face of a poet really which
  is a flower and not a face with
  hands
  which whisper
  This is my beloved my
  (suddenly in sunlight
  he will bow,
  and the whole garden will bow)

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  Mother, Father, Flower

  E. E. Cummings (2013). “Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte”, p.28, C.H.Beck

• 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

• i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new.

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  Love, Eye, Kissing

  'Sonnets-Actualities' no. 8 (1925)

• nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands -excerpt of #35 from "100 Selected Poems

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  Country, Rain, Eye

  E. E. Cummings, “Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond”

• Now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.

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  Nature, Eye, Poetry

  "Selected Poems".

• you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered

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  Beautiful, Girl, Spring

  E. E. Cummings (2013). “Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte”, p.10, C.H.Beck

• my sweet old etcetera aunt lucy during the recent war could and what is more did tell you just what everybody was fighting for, my sister isabel created hundreds (and hundreds) of socks not to mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers etcetera wristers etcetera, 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 meanwhile my self etcetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of Your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera)

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  Mother, Dream, Sweet

  e. e. cummings (2014). “100 Selected Poems”, p.25, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• there's time for laughing and there's time for crying— for hoping for despair for peace for longing —a time for growing and a time for dying: a night for silence and a day for singing but more than all(as all your more than eyes tell me)there is a time for timelessness

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  Eye, Night, Laughing

• Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt.

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  Children, Eye, Wrinkles

• 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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  Dream, Eye, Your Smile

• Certainly the most obvious . . . example of the strictly infantile essence of America's all-conquering mentality greets our eyes daily, anywhere and everywhere, in the guise of the tabloid newspaper. The tabloid newspaper actually means to the typical American of the era what the Bible is popularly supposed to have meant to the typical Pilgrim Father: viz. a very present help in times of trouble, plus a means of keeping out of trouble via harmless, since vicarious, indulgence in the pomps and vanities of this wicked world.

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  Father, Mean, Eye

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