Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
E. E. CUMMINGSUnbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
E. E. CUMMINGSA politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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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.
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.
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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CUMMINGSMost people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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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.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomeone 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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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
E. E. CUMMINGSUnless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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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.
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.
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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
E. E. CUMMINGSExists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
E. E. CUMMINGSYour head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
E. E. CUMMINGSNotice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
E. E. CUMMINGSYou are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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America 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. 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.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CUMMINGSLovers alone wear sunlight.
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If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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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