e. e. cummings Quotes About Moon

Quotes about: Moon

• Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

  e. e. cummings

  Stars, Moon, Light

  E. E. Cummings (2007). “Selected Poems”, p.70, W. W. Norton & Company

• notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening

  e. e. cummings

  Moon, Orange, Evening

  E. E. Cummings (1996). “Tulips and Chimneys”, p.151, W. W. Norton & Company

• You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

  e. e. cummings

  Stars, Moon, Sun

  E. E. Cummings (1994). “Selected Poems”, p.70, W. W. Norton & Company

• ...losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine; beyond sorrow's own joys and hopings very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return... you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

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  Soulmate, Stars, Moon

• i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows

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  Beautiful, Sweet, Fate

  E. E. Cummings (2013). “Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte”, p.45, C.H.Beck

• and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

  e. e. cummings

  Moon, Sun, Romantic Poetry

  E. E. Cummings (2013). “Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte”, p.45, C.H.Beck

• Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?

  e. e. cummings

  Moon, Sky, Cities

  1925 'Seven Poems, VII'. David Niven used the phrase for his autobiography, The Moon's a Balloon (1975).

• 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 kisswithout lips;a prayer lacking any kneesbut something beats within my shirt to provehe is undead who living noone is.I have never loved you dear as now i love.

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  Love, Dog, Prayer

  E. E. Cummings (1997). “ViVa”, p.50, W. W. Norton & Company

• 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

• The mind is its own beautiful prisoner. Mind looked long at the sticky moon opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one afternoon. The last thing he saw was you naked amid unnaked things.

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  Beautiful, Moon, Wings

  E. E. Cummings (1996). “Tulips and Chimneys”, p.137, W. W. Norton & Company

• the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy

  e. e. cummings

  Moon, Fragments, Candy

  "Sonnets - Realities" no. 1, l. 11 (1923). Ellipsis in the original.

• I was too tired to think. I merely felt the town as a unique unreality. What was it? I knew -- the moon's picture of a town. These streets with their houses did not exist, they were but a ludicrous projection of the moon's sumptuous personality. This was a city of Pretend, created by the hypnotism of moonnight. -- Yet when I examined the moon she too seemed but a painting of a moon and the sky in which she lived a fragile echo of color. If I blew hard the whole shy mechanism would collapse gently with a neat soundless crash. I must not, or lose all.

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  Tired, Unique, Moon

  E.E. Cummings (2015). “The Enormous Room”, p.46, Xist Publishing

• Women and men(both little and small)
  cared for anyone not at all
  they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
  sun moon stars rain

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  Stars, Rain, Moon

  e. e. cummings (2014). “100 Selected Poems”, p.54, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

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