The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
E. E. CUMMINGSNobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
E. E. CUMMINGSHere’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
E. E. CUMMINGSNotice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
E. E. CUMMINGSAs small as a world as large as alone.
E. E. CUMMINGSA politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
E. E. CUMMINGSLove is the whole and more than all.
E. E. CUMMINGSBe of love a little more careful than of anything.
E. E. CUMMINGSTo destroy is always the first step in any creation.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
E. E. CUMMINGSHere is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
E. E. CUMMINGSIf a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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