e. e. cummings Quotes About Spring

Quotes about: Spring

• The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

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  Summer, Nature, Spring

• Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.

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  Love, Sweet, Spring

• 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

• 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.

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  Spring, Fall, 4th Of July

  E. E. Cummings (1996). “Is 5”, p.11, 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.

• 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

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  Dream, Spring, Eye

• Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring opens her first rose.

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  Romantic, Spring, Rose

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

• So, when kiss Spring comes
  we'll kiss each kiss other on kiss the kiss
  lips because tic clocks tock don't make
  a toctic difference
  to kisskiss you and to
  kiss me.

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  Spring, Kissing, Differences

• In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee

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  Spring, Lame, World

  "Chansons Innocentes: I" l. 1 (1923)

• 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)

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  Life, Sweet, Spring

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

• And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air.

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  Beauty, Spring, Men

• 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

• 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.

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  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

• because it's Spring thingS dare to do people (& not the other way round)because it 's A pril Lives lead their own persons(in stead of everybodyelse's)but what's wholly marvellous my Darling is that you & i are more than you & i(be ca us e It's we)

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  Spring, People, Way

• it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful

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  Spring, Puddles, World

  "Chansons Innocentes: I" l. 9 (1923)

• anyone lived in a pretty how town
  (with up so floating many bells down)
  spring summer autumn winter
  he sang his didn't he danced his did.

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  Summer, Spring, Autumn

  '50 Poems' (1949) no. 29

• Spring is like a perhaps hand

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  Hope, Spring, Hands

  e. e. cummings (2014). “100 Selected Poems”, p.12, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

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

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  Sweet, Spring, Naughty

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