May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
E. E. CUMMINGSMay my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
E. E. CUMMINGSSuppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
E. E. CUMMINGSYou shall above all things be glad and young.
E. E. CUMMINGSHere’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
E. E. CUMMINGSTo destroy is always the first step in any creation.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
E. E. CUMMINGSIt takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
E. E. CUMMINGSSweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
E. E. CUMMINGSHere’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
E. E. CUMMINGSMay my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them – then men are old.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSLove is the whole and more than all.
E. E. CUMMINGSExisting’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
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