Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
E. E. CUMMINGSA pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
More E. E. Cummings Quotes
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Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
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Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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Somewhere 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.
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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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I 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.
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Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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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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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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A 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.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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