May 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. 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. CUMMINGSAs small as a world as large as alone.
E. E. CUMMINGSI do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
E. E. CUMMINGSMost people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CUMMINGSTrust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
E. E. CUMMINGSA poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
E. E. CUMMINGSKisses are a better fate than wisdom.
E. E. CUMMINGSMost people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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. CUMMINGSListen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
E. E. CUMMINGSWe can never be born enough.
E. E. CUMMINGSBecause you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
E. E. CUMMINGSYou shall above all things be glad and young.
E. E. CUMMINGSDo not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
E. E. CUMMINGS