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. CUMMINGSExisting’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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. CUMMINGSIt takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
E. E. CUMMINGSIt is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
E. E. CUMMINGSMost people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CUMMINGSLovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CUMMINGSMay my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
E. E. CUMMINGSAmerica makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
E. E. CUMMINGSYour head is a living forest full of songbirds.
E. E. CUMMINGSLovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CUMMINGSNobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
E. E. CUMMINGS