e. e. cummings Quotes About Flowers

Quotes about: Flowers

• 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.

  e. e. cummings

  Stars, Ocean, Flower

• I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

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  Inspirational, Life, Thank You

• since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for eachother: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

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  Spring, Flower, Fate

• 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

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

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  Spring, Flower, Picks

  e. e. cummings (2014). “100 Selected Poems”, p.13, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• 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

• Your poems are rather hard to understand, whereas your paintings are so easy. Easy? Of course - you paint flowers and girls and sunsets; things that everybody understands. I never met him. Who? Everybody. Did you ever hear of nonrepresentational painting? I am. Pardon me? I am a painter, and painting is nonrepresentational. Not all painting. No: housepainting is representational. And what does a housepainter represent? Ten dollars an hour. In other words, you don't want to be serious - It takes two to be serious.

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  Life, Girl, Flower

  "Forward to an Exhibit: II". Poem by E. E. Cummings, 1945.

• since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid

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  Fear, Flower

  E. E. Cummings (1996). “Is 5”, p.39, W. W. Norton & Company

• 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

• who knows if the moon's a balloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky--filled with pretty people? ( and if you and I should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we'd go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited,where always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves

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  Spring, Flower, Moon

  E. E. Cummings (1996). “Tulips and Chimneys”, p.172, W. W. Norton & Company

• i have found what you are like the rain (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike the air in utterable coolness deeds of gren thrilling light with thinned newfragile yellows lurch and.press --in the woods which stutter and sing And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss

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  Rain, Flower, Sleep

• wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.

  e. e. cummings

  Spring, Flower, Fate

• in a middle of a room stands a suicide sniffing a Paper rose smiling to a self "somewhere it is Spring and sometimes people are in real:imagine somewhere real flowers,but I can't imagine real flowers for if I could,they would somehow not Be real" (so he smiles smiling)"but I will not everywhere be real to you in a moment" The is blond with small hands "& everything is easier than I had guessed everything would be;even remembering the way who looked at whom first,anyhow dancing

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  Suicide, Spring, Real

  E. E. Cummings (1997). “ViVa”, p.29, W. W. Norton & Company

• (and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)

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  Rain, Flower, Gestures

  E. E. Cummings (1994). “Selected Poems”, p.81, W. W. Norton & Company

• suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

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  Flower, Men, Life Is

  E. E. Cummings (2013). “Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte”, p.23, C.H.Beck

• Treat a man like dirt-he produces flowers.

  e. e. cummings

  Flower, Men, Dirt

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